Moi

The always comes a time
When I question my mind
And everything that runs through
Where my insanity becomes truth

Oh the days blur up
And I am going blind
Just another step
to loosing my mind

I search for answers
For questions no one asked
Except my irascible soul

The road is long and made of stones
Still I stay in pure ebullence
Oh it is going to be a long road to home



Venting no one needs to know its meaning but feel free to comment though

Ryan Vs Dorkman2

A really good video my friend showed me...only for Star Wars people...its really good for a fan film it really is all hail Ryan and Dorkman

I always was weird

I recently found out an aquantaince I know from college is taking acting classes. I was thrilled and beyond excitement to see of their skill. I adore the arts far more than people could understand so when I found out there was another mingling in the same field I was sparked with curiousity. Although I highly doubt they would allow me to view a performance. I admit most individuals would find my behavior to be erractic because I am quite well aware of what the assumption is between us before other people's eyes. However I have never had "an issue" with them so to say, but I am not going out of my way to change the callow minds of men. They are what I would call plain, and to be more specific plain like a piece of paper. They add their colors easily and remove them as well. Of course naturally there are a few holes or maybe one or two crunched ends but neither the less a piece of paper. They study others and I watch them become another person, the complete transformation of mockery in a sense. To become an actress is something I would only consider a field for them, so good luck to them.

Now for my real blog.
A kismet comet...it is what I am waiting for call it counterproductive but it is all true. The art of becoming what I am in the middle of sacrificing myself for is growing at a excessive rate. Spinning...just spinning like most butterflies do.

I have applied for more work and I am eager for more work. There is something more secure about this year so maybe all those blessings from Japan are now kicking in for my time. But even then **smirk** I know it still will never be a staircase made of glass.

**looks at dog** What the hell is he doing? **blogged out**
Night

The Wrens

An old video I did with the band the Wrens...its called "Per Second Second". Dont ask lmao video is weird but I am the token black person in the video gotta smile for that camera eh

Personal Journey

"There is always someone out there doing worse than you" a common adage I would hear over the years as a child into young adulthood. I often wondered where did the bottom really begin or if it truly mattered to how much a person can handle what their tenebrous life throws at them? I have been gravid with these torpid approaches to my life. I slowed down to meditate on my next "Chess" move and I admit I have been sitting afar more than I should have. I gained this laggard pace because I felt as if I had been struck by lightening. I needed to repair the damage that was done so I would not loose that ebullient ambition I always have. It has been 2 years and I feel more ready. I am not sure if I am moving because I am fully healed or strong enough to move. I feel realistic and jovial all at once and continue on about my way. However I can not afford to stop again. I have a few things I must do before I die.

This year feels different. I am not "high" on spirituality but something feels different. Maybe the healed wounds and picked scabs or my ambition making me stand before I should but who knows. Either it feels good to be out of my shell once again, but that is me the ever changing butterfly lol

Tiffany Evans

I was welcomed with open arms from SONY BMG Entertainment to work with Tiffany Evans on her new single "I'm Grown". It was a pleasant experience and I hope to work with her again.

I show up towards the end of the music video after 3 minutes or so and I am wearing black and red you can not miss me because I am being flashed more than once.

I have recently updated my resume and can not wait for the other golden opportunities.

Exhausting

How much is the human soul, the contemporary mind suppose to be able to handle? There is much to view and think for and about and yet I always end up here. The road is not made of glass and I have yet to leave my stepping stones behind to find the so called beach. My feet are worn in like an old pair of shoes, and my legs are barely standing and my arms won't hold anymore than I am already despartely grabbing onto anything. My head is woozy from my ability to be able avoid the land of nod. I hold amative motives in my bed when I run through my passion to be what I want to be. I truly believe in order to become what you want you must sacrifice what you are and I am doing so.

I am very exhausted at the moment. Good Night