its very odd and enigmatic but thats whats so appealing about it.

or go here...

and theres a few things you guys should watch out for:

1) a film short shot in my film production class.
2) a possible macdonalds vandalizing project (its for a good cause, i swear)
3) a possible music video in pre-production.
4) new photos.
5) i want to make a little film book but im not sure what to exactly focus on... any suggestions?
oor, a poetry book with scribbles drawn by yours truly...
6) aaaand! its set! im going to cal state long beach for film in the fall. ehh, good enough...

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lightening bolts 

sting and run through all along 

the corridors of my veins.

hazy clouds of thoughts

slowly morph themselves into

lucid streaming lines of feelings.

i knew it all along.

it is certain,

i dont want dirty mudded hands

to leave their imprint on 

your angelic and pristine face. 

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i cant wait!

or go here...

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i recently discovered cocorosie and i dont know how i possibly got through the day without them, let alone my whole life! this is one of the many many innovative and idiosyncratic songs that i absolutely adore. the lyrics are just downright hauntingly beautiful... 

Now that I’m alone I feel the lonely brokeness
Of all the wicked avenues I’ve ever sold my love on
All these moments of meekness and trembling subsided
In the outright abandon of this orphan child
Home is on the highway living on soft bread and solace
I guess I’m waiting for nightfall or a solar eclipse
And to wake up half empty
Only to be filled again with mourning
He’s my evil shadow dove
My black Palamito Can’t break him like a diamond skull
I can’t seem to do so Can’t just rob him out like the
mob used to do so Like memories of porno and tearstains
and tobacco O its a miny disastro
Bigger than the ice age don’t know if baby dinosaurs
Maybe could live through it, like indians and butterflies
What’s crushed is my spirit, O I fear it is too fragile
Like fall leaves burn like paper

I always knew I would spend a lot of time alone
No one would understand me
Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals
Spend all my time amongst the animals
And on the tracks I would go they lead to the sea
To be amongst the animals

Oh I’m just a fill leaf something simple and shy like that
That’s how my heart lies down beside the sidewalk
Like an empty restaurant filled with perfume and balloons
I sit and entertain the bizarre ghosts of my soul
His name still lingers maybe lactates on my tongue
Perhaps I’m just teel him for a foreign fallen destiny
Miserable but mine I look like his mother
Or Sophia Loren in a old fashioned movie
Slow motion motion I cling to my child desperate for love
On day soon my brother died made me remember all the
Subordinate feelings I cast aside
Maybe I had lied when I said I was ok
Just getting along like a little song that stops to sing and say
“Wild willow, windy winter won’t you blow through me
My who eternity”

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my love for art  is increasingly growing everyday and its no wonder why with the mind-blowing and extraordinary art work that people create everyday. in the wake of hurricane katrina, considering how many houses and shops were abandoned, one group of artists called KKProjects decided to "take over and reuse the deserted space in artistic ways--creating new spatial experiences around and within what were otherwise depressingly doomed structures."

its inspiring what kind of message people can convey through installation art. theres a more thorough explanation on the site. its refreshing to know that death in many ways can be the only solution for a rebirth. 

new life to old spaces: interior design art installations

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