May 2012
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Charcoal drawings, incomplete. From bottom to top....
1. Old
2. Blow Me
3. Waiting
April 2012
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Building a film crew. Interested? Reach out.
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thatsmybxtch asked: Your Blog Is Wonderful =)
Bubble bath.
It was real hot. I held my melting face in my hands which now looked smeared with chocolate. I had put dirt on the top of my skin because I wanted to leave no room for me to be ugly.
When I was younger I used to wash my face seven times like how I did with pants that stained. My face got dry in the way that it starts to get hard to stretch a smile but at least my teeth are white, I thought....
Anonymous asked: then, don't ever stop writing. because you have a gift. Cherish that skill, it's special.
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It wasn’t that my cousin was crazy. For argumentative purposes, she appeared perfectly normal—ordinary even. There were occasions that our conversations felt draining, like a June day sitting in small room; constricting for both its mundane nature and its contradicting potential for something greater, at any moment. It made you want to wait. I would often say crude one-liners to...
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Cali, tomorrow.
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I've been taking stills to flush out ideas for the...
Self-Portraits.
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Africa's Daughter
I used to collect rocks. I would dig right into the dirt as my Mother warned me that my hands would no longer be clean. She would describe the filth that was sure to collect under my fingernails if I continued and the worms that may sneak between my fingers. I would keep digging. On my windowsill there were forty rocks perfectly aligned. Each one aroused no call for alarm; they were gray, brown,...
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Black on black.
He was dressed in all black and his dog was just the same, a beautiful Labrador. The two of them were straggling through the gym with heavy feet and drowsy eyes. I could tell that they were sinking. As I looked away my muscles tightened and then released. I was working on the tone of my thighs.
I wondered how long the man had been blind. His cheeks were still pink as though he was not...
We never went back there again.
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