truth is ,everyone loves a romantic

just not a 24 hr, 7 days a week romantic..., .............................................................................................................................YA FEEL ME? .."so what do y'all think, I mean, what're we tryin' to do? Get me a record deal? Cause my label keeps on dropping me cause I keep on gettin' killed but it's like I'm gonna come back!... I'm gonna come back! "

and they come thinkin' it's gonna be all scary and shit, but in fact, that house is also fo' sale!

broken enggg


i no understand. i see weird. something weird. something is mystery.

i see small world getting smaller and arrows pointing closer and closer towards me. There are more opportunities but more obstacles in the way of them. if i plow through, i risk losing these opportunities.. for good. if i stay still, theyll pass me by.

i have one distinct vision in place, an almost impossible one and its bright as shit and it's becoming a problem because its blinding and so bright that i can't see anything else. so much room for failure, victory seems like asking for too much. there is no logic behind all of this, nothing makes sense, i'm making judgements simply off what i can see. this is going to become a very very big problem for me if i lose

it is fashionable to hang out near geysers

hanging out near geysers is like natures way of hanging out at a bad neighborhood in the city. riskayyyy. lets go get drunk at the geyser! throw our brewskis while the thing is goin wild!

i just hit the internet lottery today !

and it sucked. it was not what i expected. i did not get the answers i thought id find, but i did in fact get some personal information that i didnt really want to know. kinda like when youre looking for some money in your room but you find an old video game instead. except THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE. more like youre looking for a lost unpaid open container ticket in your room but instead you find an even more expensive, lost, unpaid medical bill.

but this is weirder cuz its a coincidence AND A SHITTY ONE. the world is so disgustingly small

Blank sheets of paper

got a lot of worries, mainly health matters and now financially fucked for a lonngggg time. but i still have it in me to write this


i dont know whether im going to write or draw when the time comes, or maybe dance (but definetly act, ohhhhhhhh defffffinetly), but it might be just one or 2 or maybe all 3 and 4. The stakes are very high and it this point it all has to do with the performance. Is the lighting okay? Is the volume too high or maybe too low? There will be no lying or any of that but the truth will be embellished, it has to, otherwise it will be boring and unglamourus.

but this isnt a play or a painting or a story (i guess in an abstract way it can be all of these though). its 'performance art'. but it wont be seen anywhere in particular, there will not be a set time or date because its been ongoing. you're all in the play and have no idea. im sure im in some plays too but i know this. but unlike most people, i have some of my lines memorized, and i believe them. people say actors are phonies. but everyone is an actor, the difference is that phonies are bad actors who dont have their lines memorized and dont believe theyre own words. And if they cant believe themselves, can we believe them? There is a difference between acting and straight up deception.



"...the roles into which we have been cast for the moment in this greatest drama of all, the comic-tragedy of life itself in which we are simultaneously both co-authors and actors. As a good actor gives his best to his part, we too should play ours as close to perfection as possible"

been embracing pop culture way too much lately

but i cant help it. the glitz is just too trashy to ignore