sisters

these are pictures of me and my sisters danielle on the left and marissa in the middle. on christmas eve. what fun girls huh. you just gotta wanna chill with us?

christmas eve #1

my sister danielle got me one 24x36 canvas and two 16x20 canvas and watercolor paper. i'm so excited to do an oil painting or two or three and sell them. they are going to be mad beautiful if i do them right. woo hoooo. i'm so excited..

i sang a song

so i can't play any instrument cus i'm lame but i like to sing. so i sing a part of a song for you. to hear. with you. earssss... but you can't see me because i didn't want my stupid face in the video.
it's probably way breathy and goofy but whatever, if you care then go listen to someone else sing.
this song is called empty corridors by luke pickett i could have very likely trashed it. there are plenty mistakes and i can point out all of them so you don't need to.

andy/creeper

black book

will not be bound in black

my black book

what i hope is that this is the beginning of the forever continuous words flowing from my tongue and fingertips until the day that i die. until the day that i physically float away, though you will still smell me. you will read this when i am no longer taut and smell like bengay and tea and feed you egg salad sandwiches from my over sized bag. you will read this as i count the new wrinkles around my eyes, smile lines of course. you will read this as my nurse watches my insanity spring from my dusty veins. and i will have not one regret left to fret of in my life. i will have my own world in my spotted palms and the smile will spread over my face with the teeth i have had all my life. you will see in my eyes that i have lived my life in most fulfilling of all ways possible. whether you have a piece of my mind and my heart on your wall, or i have taken all that away from you. you will read this book. your children will read this book, and their children, and theirs after that and maybe i will read this book without knowing i was the one who wrote it. i will float in the most perfect of manner because i will have left my mark. i will smile as my eyelids slide shut, i must guarantee this is how it will be. not because i know this for certain, but because this is the only way i want it to be.

and another

eye drew at night

12:42 am i drew this eye. can it be that i draw better when i am sleep deprived? can it be? you tell me. only you wouldn't know so mind your own business.

drum head

this is you

all i want in life

is to perform something so hyped up radical. everyone will see each drop of sweat and literal blood and tears pouring onto the ground at which i kneel and watch me smile and scream the way you all wish you could as i do now. to see the laughing strain in my veins and dilated pupils dancing in yours. to raise each and every hair on the backs of your necks and arms. to arouse you in the stance you stand and watch your heads fly back as you all try to compose yourselves. to experience you giving up that task. to let yourselves float above me and around and listen to each reverberating tone hit the sides of your skulls that twist your reality as you fly. so you can feel each cell of passion in my gulliver bouncing in yours. so when you leave my train, you will still hear me laughing, you will still feel my breath on the back of your neck. you will still hear me screaming, and still feel me whispering in your ear. you will still feel my hands and still taste my sweat. you will still feel and hear me pounding. you will still feel me smiling. you will still see me dancing.

but nobody will be there to document it.

this document is to be continued in a better world.

32 seconds

without music, life would be a mistake

accomplishment

ahhhhh new post

i got my friend to get a blog. he's now officially a nerd like all of you reading this... LOSERS HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. it's like, it's like. . . . it's like. oh man, its like... im way tired and i gotta paint a lot. i gotta paint a lot. i gotta paint a lot for christmas. i gotta paint a lot and draw a lot for christmas. i gotta paint a lot and draw a lot for lovelies for christmas. should i be politically correct and say holidays? no. why? because the lovelies im painting for celebrate christmas. i should change talk and art with uncle frank to something else like frank just converted a kid to a blogger dork. yeah? should i? should i? my neck hurts. my cat barfed and guess who had to clean it? me? you guessed it. right. i don't like throw up, i plug my ears. i was eating corn nuts when it happened that's way gross, the corn nuts in my mouth just seem like cat barf now. ew ew ew... my dad bought me corn nuts for some really strange reason he came home with three bags of corn nuts, one for me, one for my mama, and one for him. weirdo huh. i haven't had corn nuts in the longest time. probably won't for a lot longer because they now remind me of cat vomit. darn cats make me angry. and they love me so much that there's really nothing i can do but love them back. my neck still hurts. i am listening to paper birds. i want paper birds, this pretty girl izzy is supposed to be painting me paper birds so i can hang them in my room so they can fly around all happy like and bring joy to my room. you know, i can't fly in my dreams, im going to learn to control my dreams. the R is back on my hand. it would be on my left hand if i weren't left handed but it had to look nice which i couldn't do if i used my right hand.