.

no one reads this im sure.

words.

i just wanna make art, cakes, love, and smiles all day.
im content with being the princess.
glad to see that the rainbow is finally emerging from the thunderstorm.
unfortunately, i had to purge some things.
but its all gravy.

bla

i feel sad.

im not wild. im free spirited.

wish.

i wished for you at 11:11.
and then i smiled at 11:17, because for those 60 moments time cradled us both in his hands, and encouraged this romance,
because you ignore the fans, and the swoons, and the touches,
and instead  orchestrate smiles , laughs, and epic blushes,
that audiences want to see in movies,
that shine redder than the finest rubies,
you make me  speak in silly rhymes and want to produce the most amazing of lines,
never on the side,
for you, the only, one,
that i see, and this countdown no longer needs 2 or 3….
because this poem is to you from me…
and so
can we just be,
the ken and the barbie,
in our dreamhouse,
lets scratch the pink, and throw the dream out,
because you are the realness that makes
dreams not worth dreaming,
and in that case it'd be a real house,
wife is to me as you are husband,
and the only thing different from them and u and me ,
is that these two were built in the mindset of fake, and
this is the result of an endless cake,
as well as an argument,
based on compliments,
and the you're great, and im great,
And somehow its never too late,
never too early,
time rolls on, and as i wait for the 1's and the 7's to align,
i cross my fingers and hope that one day you'll be mine..

delicious

damn. never written this much about stuff.

they ask me have i been smoking am i drunk? and the truth is, im high off of your words and all that lies between them.
the black the white and the colors in between .
my heart, it hurts, but in that pain is love kinda way… and im not being kinky.. but i kinda don't want this pain to ever go away..
because the pain that is my heart, has hurt ever since the beating chose to start.. and for once in my life theres more in my heart than just art,
i didn't want to be that googly-eyed girl who fell for the sweet things, and worked hard to be your sweet thang, and modeled the epitome of infatuation, yet it seems when you gave me this confirmation, that you are content with my content, im content,
with your compliments, and sweet somethings, and days laying in bed doing nothing, next to me.
for you are the only instance of locked up id ever be, and the only jail, that would allow me to feel free,
freely happy, in strong like,
could it be, that the unbreakable, is ready to surrender, to what i once thought impossible,
and what is possible,
is that a girl like me with such big dreams, could be swallowed up by the stanzas of a man, who claims to have no plan, but simply goes with the flow, of his words,
that weave blankets of silk that fit only my curves perfectly, those curves that at first you caressed so nervously,
solidity is what you yearn for,
and these words make me want more of you.
more of the smiles, and stares that are ambitious,
more of the touches and kisses
you are delicious
 in every way

ramble.

visual.

character sketch, visual.
fro, curly, shoulder length. jet black.
huge eyes, brown. fat cheeks, high cheekbones, dark brows. peanut butter colored girl.
bites lip.
straight teeth. scar on forehead from chicken pox at age 5.
mahoghany skin, reddish tint. flawless nose.
5'8. thick. womanly curves and all that shit. 34c. 38hips, 28 waist. tatted. behind ear. sleeve. ankle. boob.hip. back.
stares.
laughs alot. grinds teeth during sleep. doesnt wear bras.
sexual. hates titles.herbs. sideeye.
short fingernails, abrupt.
smooth, blank voice like honey. nonchalant. idgaf
voice elevates when excited. like a toy.
snapbacks.
spandex.
tank tops.

w.

its funny how i pick the least pretty picture as the first thing on my blog. thuglife?

Dreams

Better than my dreams because you are the definition of reality I yearn for the fantasy, The lost in a maze, Alice and her glass that looks But you found me, And thus i am here in real time, Describing something that can never compare to figments, Because i never want to rest long enough for it to be characterized as sleep, Because sleep equates to dreams and dreams arise from sleep and sleep amounts to everything youre not, For you are real.

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rubbish.

film is better than real life because i can make you see what i want you to see. filmmakers are dictators of the eye.

sleeptype.

she said it wasn't stalking, it was verifying.

goodnite

farewell to the disappointment that was today. im going to get lost in this film as i fall into the delicious unknown that lies behind my eyelids.
geez. what a waste.

Tisk

Today i made love to my bed . All flipping day... Strange that now i actually am free to do nothing.. I have the lingering feeling that i should be doing something...

Also its amazing how i wished for something and then got 2 and now i know not which to choose. Funny how you get more or less than you asked for... I digress...

Im a little depressed tonite because i dont posess the funds to scoot bluberry back home .. Also i managed to burn my tongue on three different occasions today, not to mention the fact that my laundry as usual is undone, aaanddd my chicken ended up looking better than it tasted. Damn.

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wish list

for my birthday:

- boots
- overalls
- canvas
- a puppy
- a weekend at the beach
- final cut pro


 

sigh.

you bring smiles and all types of heart flutters that i never knew existed.

gasp.

could it be?

rolling in the deep.

how distracted can one be?
find the extreme and that is, I.



 oh goodness. paper due at noon.  title page isnt even written yet.

failing. and yet WINNING.

indeed.

the beginnings

it would have been foolish to act on what was no less than magnetic and stronger than the law.
the attraction that led me to the present predicament of adoring you.
a potential problem because of a recent never-ending marriage to the cousins of Athena and Zeus, dangerous because of words moving faster than the wind, and yet fascinating , thus i am gravitating towards you.

love letter.

love letter to inspiration.
you are the warm breeze that tickles my nose, upon my first step onto the balcony. you are the evanescent lingering aroma that the fresh navel orange leaves on my breath. so delicious, peculiar and yet refreshing.you sound like lovingly stroked black keys…
you know that floating feeling that fills your lungs with air and your heart with joy, and makes you feel like you almost can't breathe and has you speaking in short spurts in a low sultry tone. that aura, that excitement that is unlike any other, that is you.
    you are the feeling that comes only randomly, you cannot be clocked, planned or forced. you are the beautiful rainbow that arises from the rain fall. forever mine, i cherish the moments we have together. and lust after you when you disappear.

the world around me.

i knew you were beautiful ever since i heard your smile.

Hnhjcjdndhdhxg

So legitly done nothing for the last three days. Sigh. I wish i knew how to study. But i feel like i get loadssss of cool ideas whenever i have important shit to do. Faaaccck.

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good morning.

The moscato's all gone. Now I have nothing to drink for breakfast.
GREAT.

i guess ill study now.. seeing as how the test is tomorrow…..
bravo nia.

babble

so i never finished writing about spring break. it was awesome. maybe one day ill post pictures.  idk.. im bad with completion.

i think theres a fat girl living inside of me.  the other day for an hour i googled asian pastries, trying to find that certain bing and bun i tasted in tenth grade in the village in nyc on my nyu visit.


 anyway. im trying to convince myself to study. its not working. school is about as exciting as swimming in cement. not cool.
at this current moment im in between a rock and a hard place.  i cant decide n whether or not i should go to publix to get food to cook even though im not that ungry, paint , or study for eco.  the first two are good ideas. i think.


im just really tired and in a warped state of mind right now.  gainesville literally bores me to tears as well as school.   i hate my job but i need money and it tears at my heart doing something i so passionately dislike.  im annoyed right now.

im annoyed that boston is losing to the knicks as we speak.  so annoyed that i refuse to watch the game.  im annoyed that i lack any sense of motivation to study for this foreign language called economics.  im annoyed that my refrigerator is for the most part sparse and my wallet for the most part is empty. im annoyed that my laundry isnt folded and no one is going to do it for me.  im annoyed that i had to come back from spring break, which is probably the reason why i havent written about it, for fear that the remembrances will cause me to suffer from heavy withdrawal symptoms.   im annoyed that my iphone has a bubble on the screen case. im annoyed that i have an extensive vocabulary and yet can barely ever beat anyone in words with friends.  im annoyed that i have to be put in situations where people disregard my intelligence and play me for a fool.   im annoyed that i can sit here and write an essay about annoyance and yet cant move myself to do anything that is academically required.  im probably the worst student youll never meet.

Blaxploitation

I am black because the sun embraced me tight and didnt want to let go I am black because god wanted me to have color in my heart soul and culture I am black because the drumbeats the thick curls the hip shaking the food that is soul shaking the love like sugar cane cant get enough of me. I amblack because i didnt need an appearance of lightness to shine bright. I am black because the palette of golds browns yellows and oranges needed a new shade of beautiful to live amongst them

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I loveourpeople

Iloveourpeople. I love the people who let their hearts move their hips and music feed their souls The ones who range from honey to cinnnamon to pecan to mahogany to roasted peanut to black coffee Delicious are the ever so many shades of brown that make us black I love our people We are the soil of the earth that has sprouted up around us The hands that built the pictureworthy monuments that lie in the frames of the privleged white family down the street Amazing is the fact that dark is often equated with failure as well as laziness, incompetence amd other large negative words. My people "failed " to build the pyramids, failed to mother millions of blue eyed plantation brats, failed to bring soul to the countries we were shipped to, failed to create the stoplight, and failed to ever have a black president. My people are of africa of the united states of canada of jamaica of the dominican republic, of haiti, of nicaragua My people are the sunkissed people of color. My people are black.

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Sexonthebeach

And you know youre almost there when it starts to taste like water...

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fancy as ****

buenas días amigos, 

Yo soy vivir en los República Dominicano por por las todas de mi viva.
This is the most beautiful, rugged, simple place ever! I am currently sitting next to the open balcony of my presidential suite at Hard Rock's Punta Cana resort.  Last night when my mother and I arrived at the front doors of the resort we were greeted with stumbling handsome men of a mahogany color that escorted us to a private room where we were frantically handed champagne and any other beverage we desired.  As a young woman waited in the corner of the room with a tray glued to her hand, we listed to Miguel in his noteworthy English tell us about the resort and how spectacular we and it was.  Then Ruan escorted us to our suite via bumpy go kart but only after he proceeded to tour us around the entire resort as he scrambled to remember English descriptions for all of the attractions.

Beautiful this place is.
Excited I am.
Tan I shall be.
These people are so gorgeous they've got me smiling from ear to ear.
If it doesn't sound crazy, which coming from my head it probably does, I'd really love to take one with me.
I mean, who wouldn't want a young, strapping, pecan complexioned man to come back to America with them?
 :)
More to come.
until then I'm off to drink my champagne and parade around this resort like the *STAR that Z.A , Mr. November himself tells me I am.

Adios amigos.
Stay fancy.

artwork.

art

so my photos are up on the Florida Invitational Step Show Website! dopeeeee

www.gotfiss.com

clean.primp.spend.play.bake.cake.smile.

now back to our regularly scheduled programing:

its a beautiful day, i feel cleansed. i love my macbook, and im going to have  a wonderful friday.
i desperately need a new job, because mine serving overpriveleged freshmen and foreign students is the pitts and food makes me break out in hives.

today shall be epic, after i run these errands like hussein bolt, im going to preserve my sexy, enhance my fancy, vie with my chill side, and humor my artsy.

lomo

i just got the holga cam in the mail. im extrememly happy. have a black film paper to write. but id rather do art for the next hour or so.
 freedom now tattoo coming soon.

i dont apologize.

i cannot be anyone but myself.
its true.
i belong among the artists, the assholes, the intellectuals, the pyros, the writers, and the talkers.
those who whisper make me itch.
those who are mentally weak disgust me.
those who are ignorant should not exist.
those who are absurd are absurd.
i dont apologize for who i am. because it is who i am. people can be modified, refined even, but never changed.
i am not the greatest, but i am definitley not the worst.
a creative genius comes from no specific mold, they just make masterpieces.
i dont apologize for who i am, because i cannot control the expressions of my soul. such is such.

oscars.

i wake up in the morning because time tells me to.

recent epiphany:
 i can not be faulted for my conflicting personalities, sometimes attitude, and blunt remarks. i am an artist. such is true. and thus, i am what i am. and will one day be magnificent.
and when that day comes, when i stroll along the red carpet with my specially made jimmy choos to fit my size 10.5 foot, and as the train of my oscar de la renta floats just barely above the carpet, i shall smirk, and chuckle to myself all the way to my seat, and then all the way to the stage where i shall get up among millions of people, itching to hear me say something intelligent, and thank, not my mother, not my sisters, not my father, nor my dear brother, but right after the Lord, i shall thank those who ruined their chances of having a lasting friendship with such a beautiful enigma as myself.  i shall thank those who said i was a bitch, mean, had an attitude, and those who only believed i was glitter, not glue. for all those who doubted me , hate me,  and ever attempted to hurt me, THIS IS FOR YOU.

untitled.

been away for a while. don't call it a comeback.  workin on some new trailers, paintings, and steppin the photo game up.

sitting in the house today during the hurricane i found this.

burning with excitement at the brilliance that is simplicity, i am.

jake davis is my new fave eye.


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