after six years...

I was in high school when all this drama started to happen. I remember writing in my huge sketchbook that some American war was beginning to happen. When everyone graduated, my Honduran younger friend whom I tutored in math and science for almost eight years went off to Iraq; probably not even knowing why. Benjamin was only a resident in the United States, and wasn't even allowed to vote in 2008 when everyone here was so excited to. Still he "fought for us" in Iraq right? Every time we spoke I was so angry at him. Angry for being part of a war, the military, not even caring about voting. It made me sad and confused about people, he wasn't like the person I knew and used to laugh with so many times before. Maybe it was just because we were children, ignorance is bliss they say; maybe it's true? of course it is.

President Obama declared Friday that the United States has now “begun the work of ending this war” in Iraq. “Every nation and every group must know — whether you wish America good or ill — that the end of the war in Iraq will enable a new era of American leadership and engagement in the Middle East,” the president said. “And that era has just begun.”

well it's about time, because in the end-what the fuck was the point of even starting all this shit?

try?

my collage 1/5

"Try to say nothing negative about anybody.

a) for three days

b) for forty-five days

c) for three months

see what happens to your life."

-yoko ono

I love you and i will try.

"empty semesters"

I miss the velum.
sharpeners that make our mechanical pencils too sharp, like knives almost.
when nothing registers from staying up all night I know that I fit in.
we work for people that hate us
CEO women that make all the Prada girls cry
those bitches are good, mad competition, mad work
"when do you sleep?" I asked. "I don't" she responded. "Oh" I said.
"I can't live like that, I don't" I thought.
this shit is stupid
when there isn't any work available, and you don't even own a sketchbook, what's the point?
like a robot working for your owner.

For everyone in interiors.
baby, go to sleep.

rain rain rain go away

If dreams were lightning
thunder was desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
There's flies in the kitchen I can hear em there buzzing
And I aint done nothing since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say?
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go...

peace

i threw the beans away tonight.
now my feet and hands are cold.
it's all good,
i guess.
my chocolate ice cream is fine and making everything colder
but i can deal
i have enough blankets, for my dreams and cold heart.

"A lot of people talk about freedom, but very few know how to act if they meet someone who is free."

People are...

stupid
ungrateful
dumb
oblivious
just human.


I was bitten by a shark,
again.
My leg is bleeding and I don't know what to do,
again.
Let it bleed for forever or cut it off;
again?

just a little bit stronger

I just finished a new painting yesterday, and I can't stop. It's 2'X4' and to tell you the truth I don't think I've ever painted anything as fast I did, two days. I just have so much that I want to say, so much to tell you, but wondering if you would even stay to hear. I guess the best art, or the most, is always produced in the worst times? However, I am still grateful and excited to have the opportunity of being able. Able to paint and make things. I guess painting is the way I can make my problems, ideas and mind tangible. I am free from waiting and being hopeless. I hate feeling fraglie though, it makes my stomach heavy and nervous.

James Frey

I'm sure you remember the controversy with this writer, James Frey, and his book "A Million Little Pieces".Well, I'm reading it now, and fuck Oprah, what a hater, it's such an intriguing and well-written book. His last book, published in 2008, is Bright Shiny Morning. Can't wait to read it!

that's ALL i want.

It's Your Ride from Cinecycle on Vimeo.

after everything all i ever wanted was a bike
chocolate
a sleepy kitten
and a cute baby
if anything, the chocolate more than the baby
and the bike on top of everything.
that's all, and not a lot
right?

Yo soy demasiado

Encendiste el fuego y después de todo lo que cocinaste me dices que es demasiado.

Me dices que mis labios son demasiado tambien.

¿Porque estarás de acuerdo con algo que no puedes hacer?

You turned on the fire from the stove and after everthing that you cooked you said it was just too much.

You say my lips are a lot too.

Why would you agree to something that you couldn't keep up with?

Why would you agree to something that you couldn't finish,

wouldn't do in the first place?

why is everyone so fucking scared to do just what they want, do what they mean and just be alive for once?

I was just wondering...

Why the fuck are my teeth always bleeding!?
Regardless, I think the waterfall of blood looks really beautiful falling down from my lips.

with a love like that, you know you should be glad.

logically connected;

I had a dream that I threw up.
So I went to the nurse to see what was wrong.
Bitch didn't do anything but make me pee in a cup.
"Girl are you new at this, cuz damn you suck" I thought.
So I left to Fulton to buy some socks
and on my way I heard these two men fighting about chocolate
I started to laugh
and think about you.