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.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
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.
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.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
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.
Union x Jake Davis from Jake Davis on Vimeo.
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.
Union x Jake Davis from Jake Davis on Vimeo.
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