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Starlight

Sometimes the stars remind me How lonely I can really be With skies length greater Than arms reach to me But twinkle, twinkle starlight This lonely child of night Next time you're feeling dark Remember even the moon shines at night Crescent state of mind With silent lips of mine Let go of that fear, my dear It's time for you to shine

Went for a scenic walk, and got a little lost. Found these beauties, but at what cost?

The phone screen is the lamp… and we are all moths.

Drew this bored at a coffee shoppe. I'll probably do something inside the peace sign soon. I'm more of a writer than a typical artist (it's all art) but I'm trying something new. Opinions? Enjoy the mess.

me n my little lucifer (lucy) watching tv

Journal Entry #37

you know what i’ve realized? there’s so few things in this world that actually make sense to me. but music makes sense to me. that’s why it’s such an important part of my life. the rhythms, the beat, the pitch and tone, the lyrics. it just makes sense, and it completely captures me and envelops me in a pool of emotions.

another thing that really makes sense to me is mother nature. she really is a beautiful provider am i wrong? i know she fucks with us, but i mean, it’s kind of her right. i believe in darwinism and evolution. maybe not from monkeys (i mean i really don’t know) but as humans we’ve even evolved from what we once were by natural selection and i think that’s mother nature protecting herself sometimes. diseases, weather, etc. i mean there are some instances it might be humanity going fucking insane, too. but when she plays her hand, she’s trying to protect herself from the shit that we, as humans, are treating her like. the universe is so vast and we are blessed enough to have something this beautiful and we wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the coincidence of us being alive right here right now at a place like this. it’s breathtaking, knees shaking, spirit breaking free kind of thing to actually stop and contemplate. it’s so humbling.

my writing from when I was tripping acid on halloween. it's not much, but most of my trip was just smiling and listening to Electric Guest

28 June 2014

We just all need more of that "don't give a fuck" attitude. What does anything matter if you can change your entire life around? You are in control, not some blue guy with twelve arms, or Jesus Fucking Christ. Feel the friction from the warm Play-Dough glide across you hands, fingers, edges, and curves melting into the life in your dreams. Home is where the heart, spirit, and soul dance and grind to the groove of your own heartbeat. With the body of nomad, never tied down to worry or getting stuck in a rut. If it's not what makes you happy, it wasn't meant to be. Pack up, and move on. No need for guilt, just no wasted time when you could be improving yourself. Or, snorting Molly.

X,

Night

me rolling some lil' blunts