Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Filler.
Old & Recent Photos. Collected Randomly..
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Summer Nights.
Get Up & Get Out.
Just Posted.
Look Closely.
Nasty Blunts.
Posted.
Orange.
Green.
Red And Blu
Multi-Color..
1632143th photo of this car.
Peace to my bro!
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not finished yet..hol' up.
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Summer Nights.
Get Up & Get Out.
Just Posted.
Look Closely.
Nasty Blunts.
Posted.
Orange.
Green.
Red And Blu
Multi-Color..
1632143th photo of this car.
Peace to my bro!
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not finished yet..hol' up.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Preconception.
Thought I had a lot to say,
but it turns out I don't.
I find myself in a loop of wonder sometimes...
Friday, April 13, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Episodic.
In this episode,
I figure that this network I'm holdin' on
gives out images far out, as the open mind,
so open what falls out is what seeped through the closed, droplets
Like the winter rain, touching nostalgia and content,
It's been a long time coming, or so it feels
floatin' within the film reels, ticket stubs and photo's of the avenue
running out of things to say, I'm cool from what I do
henceforth, what can a post do?
given a time and place, relations of worlds and revenue
both disastrous and miraculous
relations that haven't shipped, with stamps for delivery
with characters that defy, souls re-unite
still got manners and chivalry
such art, art is a memory, memorizing time scenes, all's a documentary
contrary belief, with such reliefs
dedicated to those high on life from it
and the dedications left behind
subtract the abstracts, giving only the plain facts
can only project surfaces, unseen like invisible acts
sending letters to the moon, it's important to be aware though
repenting from ego centrism, ignored from what any other saying goes
what's the significance of this web scrapbook?
my old people tells me to love what I adore
I turn my hour glass gold, and this world is yours
I figure that this network I'm holdin' on
gives out images far out, as the open mind,
so open what falls out is what seeped through the closed, droplets
Like the winter rain, touching nostalgia and content,
It's been a long time coming, or so it feels
floatin' within the film reels, ticket stubs and photo's of the avenue
running out of things to say, I'm cool from what I do
henceforth, what can a post do?
given a time and place, relations of worlds and revenue
both disastrous and miraculous
relations that haven't shipped, with stamps for delivery
with characters that defy, souls re-unite
still got manners and chivalry
such art, art is a memory, memorizing time scenes, all's a documentary
contrary belief, with such reliefs
dedicated to those high on life from it
and the dedications left behind
subtract the abstracts, giving only the plain facts
can only project surfaces, unseen like invisible acts
sending letters to the moon, it's important to be aware though
repenting from ego centrism, ignored from what any other saying goes
what's the significance of this web scrapbook?
my old people tells me to love what I adore
I turn my hour glass gold, and this world is yours
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Journal Entry.
10/26/11 1 a.m.
how do you interpret the world?
vibe with the music tho..and check out the tumbleezy. link to yo' right.
"To explore what it would mean to live fully, sensually alive and passionately on purpose, I have to drop my preconceived ideas of who and what I am."Hi invisible audience. Thanks for staying tuned.
how do you interpret the world?
vibe with the music tho..and check out the tumbleezy. link to yo' right.
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