i met this man on the train a while back in nyc. he sat there contently with a shopping cart filled with tree branched. i immediately wanted to know his story, and after a bit of observation and an "i dare you" from my friends i worked up enough courage to approach him. "can i take your picture?"i simultaneously asked while sitting down making myself comfortable he smiled warmly and did not seem to mind. "i used to have a camera like that" he informed me as i took his picture. though im pretty sure he failed to realize it was a lazy digital. i talked to him for a while and he shared stories of his childhood,and about his dad being a photographer. i also learned that he used to be a mall santa clause, born in ipanema, and from our convo a beautiful person.
May 17, 2011
May 15, 2011
blah blah blah
lalala..beautiful life.
kiss me and make me know im alive.
i think im inspired by hate.
i make hate list and write hate songs
and plan out my day based upon what i hate.
im never bored because i hate plenty.
i hate that you destroy
i hate that you dont see your beauty
i hate how you second guess yourself.
i hate that you don't know its possible.
i hate the way you ask for approval.
i hate how you harm yourself.
i hate that you don't demand the best.
i hate these inflicted perimeters you live by
i hate that your comfortable
and hate that you stand still
i hate that..i am a hater
i have loads of hate.
and love you
so.
this life i love
this world i love
this universe i love
im never bored because i love all.
so i try to build all up
expose all beauty
give confidence
make beliefs
teach trust
show love.
i try to...
be inspired by hate.
and act out of love
kiss me and make me know im alive.
i think im inspired by hate.
i make hate list and write hate songs
and plan out my day based upon what i hate.
im never bored because i hate plenty.
i hate that you destroy
i hate that you dont see your beauty
i hate how you second guess yourself.
i hate that you don't know its possible.
i hate the way you ask for approval.
i hate how you harm yourself.
i hate that you don't demand the best.
i hate these inflicted perimeters you live by
i hate that your comfortable
and hate that you stand still
i hate that..i am a hater
i have loads of hate.
and love you
so.
this life i love
this world i love
this universe i love
im never bored because i love all.
so i try to build all up
expose all beauty
give confidence
make beliefs
teach trust
show love.
i try to...
be inspired by hate.
and act out of love
April 25, 2011
April 24, 2011
i plan
to have a venue one day, and once a week dr.buzzard's original savannah band will be in rotation all night!their music tickles my fancy like no other, like no freakinn other.
*smiles and sways to beat uncontrollably*
April 23, 2011
definishion
v.lilt·ed, lilt·ing, lilts
v.tr.
To say, sing, or play (something) in a cheerful, rhythmic manner.
v.intr.
1. To speak, sing, or play with liveliness or rhythm.
2. To move with lightness and buoyancy.
[From Middle English lulten, lilten, to sound an alarm.]
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