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wop wop

yeah

I can't stay here anymore. I feel like I am at a stand still while the world I should be a part of is moving ahead. I don't want to stay here anymore. I hate most of my friends, the people I hang out with, the two extra people that live in this house with my parents and I. I'm tired of feeling like I am in a one sided relationship, I'm tired of coming home to nothing that is mine. I hate it here, before when I moved around a lot I hated it now I wish I could do it all over again I hate being in one spot over and over and over again. I hope this San Fran thing works out, I got into the Film school all i need now is the studio and I'm gone. I feel like I am in the twilight zone or ground hogs day. Waking up to the same thing everyday doing the same thing everyday. I'm

19 and have nothing to be proud of. Man i can't wait to change that.

Give me time.

There was a point in my life when I asked myself:

What am I going to do?

How am I going to live?

And I realized that I wanted to do something great,

And I wanted to live a life filled with realization of happiness.

Because understand that my mindset does not make me happy.

My mindset allows me to see the fluorescent light bulb that my life is.

The pieces that come together to produce productive passion which we know as

Happiness.

Yes I have days when things go wrong.

Yes I have days where I am frustrated and remorseful.

But I realize that in the grand scheme of things,

My life is your favorite college classroom.

My life is the sum of greatness in all of Michelangelos’ masterpieces’.

From David to Adam,

My life is brilliantly benign.

My mindset does not bless me with the persistence of a

Hamster running on a wheel.

My mindset allows me to live in the moment while also striving for success.

It blesses me with purpose.

Now my definition of happiness and success are much different than yours.

But that is what makes us…us.

That is what makes living, breathing homo sapiens so enthralling.

The fact that each and everyone of us are

Shooting to reach different parts of the galaxy.

While you might want reach for the moon,

I want to see the Milky Way like it’s my backyard.

Not to say what you are striving for means any less,

But merely that they are different.

Each and every day we all go about our days with different initiatives.

Some of us do things for the now more than for the future,

While others do everything in order to achieve what they define to be success in the future.

But what we must all keep in mind is that failure in life is one thing that you can make impossible.

Following in the opposite footsteps of Adidas:

Impossible is Everything….

When you speak of failure.

Yes, you should work to maximize your potential in life.

But if you happen to fall short,

Realize that there is still success within perceived failure.

It’s simply your mindset which determines how you see it,

How you feel it.

Live life to live.

We all have a purpose.

And you can call it cliche,

But realize that cliche statements are simply past truths which have been recycled throughout time.

But they are still true.

So take that flame within you and transform it from a cigarette lighter to a forest fire.

Use your soul to access your cerebrum and create it’s twin.

Make life about living, not about simply being.

You are the one in control.

You are the one who can make that change.

Today, you can take that first step down a road of greatness.

And it may take a day or year,

But the more you believe that you hold the power

The less time it will take.

So now it’s your turn to ask yourself:

What am I going to do?

#Kill_The_Flash!

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What makes a good photo? What stands out to most people when they look at a picture? Do you look at some pictures and just feel motivated? Maybe its just me. When ever I look at an amazing picture i honestly get this feeling of excitement and motivation. Then I look at the next picture and a whole new feeling comes. I think thats why I enjoy photography. People take pictures to capture one moment in time they never want to forget. People take pictures to capture someone beauty ( I was going to say soul but sound creepy) But I mean its all true. Taking pictures is away to show other people how you view something. I can't wait to have my own studio and inspire others with my pictures. Sounds soooooo corny I know but I mean thats why people make art to inspire others. I'm not calling myself and artist or a photographer just saying how I feel when I look and take a picture. Its all just an amazing and fun hobby. Oh how I love it.

KILL THE FLASH

~Red

man oh man

no matter what that will never change.

ahhh man life throwing me another curve ball huh? Lets see what happens with this one. Hopefully I hit it out the park and some lucky fan in the stands will catch the ball.

damn. if only. .-.

"My name is Harvey Milk and I am here to recruit you"

Harvey Bernard Milk (May 22, 1930 – November 27, 1978) was an American politician and the first openly gay man to be elected to public office in California, as a member of the San Francisco Board of Supervisors. Politics and gay activism were not Milk's early interests; he did not feel the need to be open about his homosexuality or participate in civic matters until around age 40, after his experiences in the counterculture of the 1960s.

Milk moved from New York City to settle in San Francisco in 1972 amid a migration of gay men moving to the Castro Districtin the 1970s. He took advantage of the growing political and economic power of the neighborhood to promote his interests, and ran unsuccessfully for political office three times. His theatrical campaigns earned him increasing popularity, and Milk won a seat as a city supervisor in 1977, a result of the broader social changes the city was experiencing.

Milk served 11 months in office and was responsible for passing a stringent gay rights ordinance for the city. On November 27, 1978, Milk and Mayor George Moscone were assassinated by Dan White, another city supervisor who had recently resigned but wanted his job back. Milk's rise to political power was as symbolic as it was real. His election signified and was made possible by a shift in San Francisco politics. The assassinations and the ensuing events were the results of continuing ideological conflicts in the city.

Despite his short career in politics, Milk became an icon in San Francisco and "a martyr for gay rights", according toUniversity of San Francisco professor Peter Novak.^[1] In 2002, Milk was called "the most famous and most significantly open LGBT official ever elected in the United States".^[2] Anne Kronenberg, his final campaign manager, wrote of him: "What set Harvey apart from you or me was that he was a visionary. He imagined a righteous world inside his head and then he set about to create it for real, for all of us."^[3] Milk was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by PresidentBarack Obama on August 12, 2009.

This Movie is Called Milk. I have never been more motivated by one movie and by one person In my life.

If he could get 300,000 people 32 years ago to pass prop 6 WE can get prop 8 to pass with countless amount of people we have on are side. His voice will not be left alone.

If there is a god

When you were a kid did you burn ants with a magnifying glass?

I think ( if there is a god) that's what he dose to a lot of people.

God is just that fucked up kid burning all the ants( witch is us).

hahaha shit we are all doomed to be burned at some point. Some sooner then others.

Hidden Love Note

Relationship's are like soundtracks. It is filled with beats that accompanied matching hearts, strings that tied emotions together, lyrics that spoke for shy feelings, and notes that wrote and ended each and every chapter in the book. Chapter 1: …The beginning” filled with Incubus, Common, Masta Ace, Flyleaf, Green Day, Kanye West, Erykah Badu, Vivian Green, and so many more. Songs that in a 3:41 time frame summed up months in a relationship, a CD that held over 2 hours of music can bring you through every smile, tear, pleasure, anger, and happiness .The causalities of a breakup may not only be of the heart and emotions, but innocent songs that will fill relationship's. Song’s that can no longer be played without a face accompanying them. We miss hearing them without the thought of "Them", the thought of "Them", and the thought of the downfall.

It’s no longer a soundtrack, it’s now a memorial.

If I could take it all back...

I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted. If I could take take it all back I would. Some time I feel like I should of stayed in New York. One day I hope I can make you proud. Till then know that I am trying to fix my mistakes and prove to you.

Sincerely

Red

(:

Be Happy, Think Clearly

Happy Birthday Mum!! (:

Even if we don't get along. Fuss and Fight I still Love you (:

&and it's such a rush to know you Love me so much. I don't know If I should say happy what could of been a year or happy one year. Witch ever I'm still happy you are here. I love you <3

Trying To find a Balance

Lately I have been feeling as though there is something standing between me and true honesty. I’ve been living the way that I used to: covering up real emotions with watered-down fronts. I have been experiencing a lot of stress and anger during these past few weeks and have been choosing not to deal with it properly. Instead, I’ve been living on the surface, portraying shallow cookie-cutter feelings.

I hate waking up still feeling how I did the day before.

yeah I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF YA'LL!

I need to Escape I need to Escape I need to Escape I need to Escape I need to Escape

“If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true
And help me understand
‘cause I’ve been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just holding hands”

~ The Beatles If I fell inlove with you

inspired for my new shoot

wop wop (:

True Love in the 1946 & 1993

"You want the moon Mary?"

It's a Wonderful Life

"One of the Greats"

A Bronx Tale

sorry for the lame fuckin music in the back ... It's not like that in the movie

Best moments in Movie history... (:

What If I fell back into it??

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I'm working hard to try and stay sober

fuckin hell im 19

me when i was 16 -> 

i haven't changed much .-. 

this time last year..well we all know 

now its this time...this year.. damn 

 Happy birthday to me 

    and all the other birthdays out there 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCHRODY

18 18 18!!

 I have nothing better to blog about then your birthday and my birthday 

so lets tell a story from day one I hated you.. Tanner and I both ..whats this 7th grade?? K till about 8th great at Oshea house and you said the best joke of all time " ha Ben and Jerry" I'm going to tell this story till it gets old.. Then we became friends I never cared about you so I never cared to find out your birthday then we became friends and I found out your is right before mine... and I'm so upset I'm stuck in London and not home to bug you all day.. any way i love you happy birthday (: 

New Dexter Season 4 promo.

yeah im excited... who coming over to watch all of them with me???

Amsterdam!!!!

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 Nothing interesting to really talk about.... or write about ... 

Amsterdam was ah mazing (: 

who wants to come back with me?? 

K byyeee till next time 

Thats it

I think this is the only graduation picture I have, But I have proof  (: yay me  oh9!! 

A long night.  An empty sunrise.  Wandering the city street, sprinkled with morning gold, should have been beautiful.  But staring into empty eyes in the cracked mirror of a corner store is nothing of poetry or paintings.  

A dirty shirt with too many stains to count, a pair of jeans that reek of sin and sweat, hair untidy, and face bare.  Desolate.  Blank expression, wasted bones. The people walking by think this is a statement.  In a way it is.  It screams out, Who is out there?  Who will save me, please?  

Splash water onto your face, and cuss at the person pounding on the door (Gas stations always have the dirtiest bathrooms).  Use your finger as a toothbrush.  Borrow the body spray that sits on the counter.  Walk out, with hands shoved into pockets and pants; or clutched at heads that will not stop the drilling.  

Make your way home.  

Until you remember that you’ve forgotten what home even is.

wow

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1k3ad6ONLE

Won't let me post the video but still

haven't been here for a while

“ Maybe I’ll be giving up on love in L.A. Nobody came my way, and I’d have to say I’m giving up on love in this town. Nobody came around. I wish I could say I found love in L.A"

Random thoughts 

when I move out I will live off two things

1. Fruit Roll ups
2. and Sex. 
   

REAL fucked up mood yesterday.. but this is for all he Love birds (;

Electronic Love

You have this ability.

The words that you write,

I can hear them as if you’re saying them.

The restrictions of technology do not apply to us,

A special situation, a plus. 

Everyday your electronic communication makes me feel like I’m on a rollercoaster,

Ups & downs, fast and slow, you fire me up like I’m in a toaster.

The vibration of my phone gives me hope that it’s you,

And when it isn’t, a feeling of disappointment runs through.

However, when I see your name and then a hey,

I feel like a young girl during the holidays who doesn’t know what to say.

Frozen, I sit thinking of the perfect response

That will make you as gitty as you make me, thus being at a loss,

For words.

But filled with such joyous emotions, it’s almost absurd.

They say you need webcams to make a visual connection,

But all I need is a smiley face in the form of a text, and I can visualize your smile, no exception.

Your “haha’s” get me excited,

That “Yes, I made her laugh,” I feel lighted.

When driving and texting you,

I turn the volume up and sing in hopes of having others see how happy I am, ask me why, and be able to say that it’s because of you.

But just as you give me happiness,

I can also share your sadness. 

And I feel that is the super glue in our bond,

Indistructable, so incredible, I question if this is all a con. 

Soon enough, I’ll find out the truth

Because we will now meet for the first time.

As excited as I am, I’m also experiencing fear,

That the truth has been masked by words like a wrongfully brought up boy does a tear.

However, when the time came,

It wasn’t even close to the same.

In fact, it was even more incredible than I had imagined it would be,

Because when we as two individuals came together, it created a magical we.

Your smile was even more beautiful than I had envisioned,

A truth that would act as a catalyst to joy, making me feel heightened. 

And as I left that day with a sense of elation,

I looked down at my phone to see your words, fabulous diction.

Reading, “I had a great time :)”,

My one lost soul, had come back, giving me feelings I’ll remember for a lifetime.

You see, you make “You’ve Got Mail” seem realistic,

And take away any possibility of me being heartsick.

The connection we have creates a whole new type of love,

Electronic love.

One that shows a true connection,

As two souls must use imagination and interpretation.

Taking ones words and imagining them saying them,

And when you can do that you have true love, a gem.

And I’m left smiling,

Colon, Parentheses, and I’m not dreaming.

I’m feeling.

Electronic Love. 

what a day

Today was it, i am my own best friend, Thinking back Who was truly there for me when shit hit the fan, Everyone left me when I lost everything. I bought a fucking bike to get to school every morning yet I lend my car to people so they don't miss school you took me home everyday and I thank you ..I really do.. but your first reaction was to break out when I told you the situation at home... and where were my "friends" when all this went down... oh yeah no where to be found.. and when my grandma past away where were my "friends" thats right making jokes..... about my situation... ,Who is truly here for me? No one... not one single person I call my "Friend" " best friend"  and If one of you say you are FUCK YOU! you use me more then anything.. Rides.. money ... pay for your food.. and pay me back.. when?  I mean I guess thats my own fault... I have paid for so much i guess you just assume its fine at this point.... I am honestly willing to do anything for the people in my life.. and I ask for one simple thing and no one is there to help... 2months people I rode a fucking Bike, to her house.. to school, to my adult school, and to my "friends" house.... But here I am every day after school taking a "friend" to there after school class just to make sure they graduate, who is truly here for me like I am for them... Not one of you mother fuckers... 

I leave June 30th ... lets see how much shit changes then? Not a damn thing I'm sure.. 

Isn’t it ironic? We ignore the ones who adore us, adore the ones who ignore us, love the ones who hurt us, and hurt the ones that love us. 

Not Done Yet, but so far so good

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One More Thing.

MAY 14th 2009 House of Blues (: 

 I Will be in the same room as Mos Def 

• The Beggar Woman you know I love you
  Woman you know I care... 
  hey
  You try to say
  I'm running game
  You try to say baby you don't play fair
  Oh darling
• Ms.Fat Booty Man.. for real
  I was in love with this girl, y'know
  I was.. to' up dog! I'm tellin you man
  She was wild man.. f'real
  It's just too.. let me tell you about her
• U R The One But fuck that I know it gotta be more to it
  Held up with bitter hate with crosses all through it
  And when I looked, what did I see?
  You on the other end crying like me
  Expression on your face like, "how could this be?"
• LoveI start to think, and then I sink
  Into the paper, like I was ink
  When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the line
  I escape when I finish the rhyme (aiyyo)
• The Boogie Man Song See me, want me, give me, trust me
  Feed me, fuck me, love me, touch me
  This whole world is cold and ugly
  What we are is low and lovely
  I am the most beautiful boogie man
  The most beautiful boogie man
  Let me be your favorite nightmare
  Close your eyes and ill be right there
  While...Open...All...Over...A-gain

Okay I'll stop, I'm so stoked 

and then Dane Cook 2 weeks after (: ahh gahhd 

Is it better and easier if we don’t know the whole story, if some of the facts are left out? When the specifics are sprawled out on the table we are overcome with an intense sense of reality. Every now and then this leads to a wrong conclusion and in our heads we try to decipher the truth from the fiction. Each story has more than one side, making the task of interpreting the truth a tiresome task. Is it essential that we know the truth? Should we keep our previous view of someone or something before we were faced with the facts or come to terms with the harsh reality and accept that life and the people within it are occasionally not who we once thought they were? Living our days with idealised versions of the people around us seems uncomplicated on the surface but when given the time to dwell on the situation, the task of interpreting the whole story seems to be a difficult one itself.

18 18 18!! Happy Birthday Love

Lila

"You know what's beautiful? When you know and feel that the most beautiful star in the night sky loves you with all her might. When you know that her inspiration for greatness comes from you. So joyous to know that her magic is especially reserved for you. Her purpose is to see you smile, hear you laugh, and make you happy-if only for a moment"

I fell in love this weekend 

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Are you ever at a loss for words? I spend most of my days locked inside my mind, and sometimes I can’t find the exit. It wont settle for second best. “Your not leaving until this is sorted.” It’s hard to find a train of thought when all your getting is mixed signals and a blinding light to throw you off course. People stir the pot. People sink their teeth in. I’m getting shaken side to side, and I’m a hollow void of thoughts lost in time. High expectations and the calm before the storm. I’m rattlin’ to the bones. I’m just hoping I catch a shimmering glimpse of prophecy in this snow globe that is my mind.

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Bird on a wire, your skirt’s on fire

Now please take a moment to admire my attire

Fresh white valleys and pink tube socks

Tight gray Levi’s and shirts with polka dots

Rolex watch but it’s fake

Gold gazelle glasses and a platinum chain

But it’s fake like your tits

And your eyes, and your nose, and your lips, and your braids

The glitz in L.A. got me ready to play

Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day

Every night on the strip I slip and slide

I’m that guy, call me Mr. Right

LMAO

Dear Inspiration,

You haven’t payed me a visit in days, it seems.Maybe you could stop by for a bit.  There is really no one that I would rather see than you.  It feels like days since I’ve written something that I have been proud of.  I miss you.
Sincerely,
Kris

South West

You know the world's gone mad when blacks wear plaid and Mariah has married nick Can-non

I love you Dude know this!!

There are people who deserve you and people who don’t. If you have someone in your life who takes you for granted or doesn’t give you the respect that you deserve, leave them in the past where they belong. Surround yourself with people who challenge your mind and bring out the best in you. As for the ones who only exist to bring you down or cheapen your potential; let them find people who are better-suited to their own qualities and principles.

Hold yourself to the highest standard possible. People who don’t measure up don’t deserve your time. People who can’t see past their own cowardice or their own arrogance don’t deserve your time. Anyone who doesn’t treat you the way you treat yourself doesn’t deserve your time. And if you are treating yourself in a way that gives people permission to take advantage of you, start showing yourself the exact same respect that you should be demanding of everyone else.

You’re really worth more than you give yourself credit for. It’s time that you start making sure people recognize that.

Ice Cream Man!!!

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Good Bye

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"But I like To do it"

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Another day without words. Another night without love. Another minute spent pondering. Another second lost waiting. Another breath without feeling. And another tick of the heart to remind myself, “What are you beating for?” Hope, my friends. Hope. But sometimes this life feels like a pipe dream, and I’m the star in my own dying montage. My only wish is for no edits. No cut and paste. I’m living by gut reaction and instinct. Raw and jolted beauty. Take off your lustful goggles. Get rid of the resumé. Lose your comments of similarity. See me. See me. And still, my existence continues to be syphoned.

I am afraid of crossing streets.
I’ll do it, of course.  But only because I have to, and I’m terrified each second.  I’ve never been able to let go of what they told me when I was a child: “Make sure you’re holding someone’s hand when you cross the street.”

" Didn't matter what you said or did, It never made an impacted like the others.. or you just didn't mean as much like they did"
~Other Half..

“Sometimes I wonder how things got to be like this.  I was a happy kid once.  I really can’t remember the point when things went wrong.  Maybe I just grew up.”

My breaking point.

May 27th 1943 – January 15th 2009
Always and Forever, I miss you soo much and It hurts more and more every day that you're not here anymore... I love you more then anything, I know I will see you again soon, I wish I knew what to say, I want to run round till the pain goes away, I want to stop hearing my mothers voice replaying in my head.. I don't want to cry anymore... I don't want to feel alone anymore.. I can't handle the fact that she is gone.. all I want to do is make her proud look down at us with a smile on her face telling everyone up there with her she has the best grand daughter anyone could ever ask for...
I miss you more then anything



A Month ago today, it all came rushing back, this was the boy, this one the kid you had to know.. school isn't the same without him.. we miss you kid.. I miss you.. I could really use you right now to Cheer me up,
"It is strange how the people you've know for a short amount of time have the biggest impact on your life."-Benjamin Button



Life is neither fair or unfair. Our standards for what we think it should be give our daily happenings the illusion of being just or unjust. But life is simply life. It is constantly flowing, and doesn’t wait for anyone. We can remain in the rapids, holding on to pieces of driftwood and wreckage; or we can let the current carry us wherever it wishes. Eventually, we will end up  there anyway. It’s just so much easier to avoid having to catch up. The past is dead, and there is nothing that anyone can do to resurrect it. Life often has a way of disappointing us, and nothing will ever change that. The most we can do is learn from everything that comes our way and make the moment that we have one of value.