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I went to a little rave-party event this weekend to live paint. Before going, I was apprehensive about being there. The event was underground and, to be concise, the whole thing was kind of shady. But I was able to be a blessing to a woman and her child that night. They were stranded as their car's engine wouldn't start. So there they were, stuck downtown on Imperial late night. I happened to heading back to my car to grab some supplies and the woman asked me if I had jumper cables. I was unsure if I still had them, as I had borrowed them along time ago. She also asked me for money for gas and I told her I was an artist and hence cashless. (some gentlemen walked by seconds later and gave her money). It turned out I did have jumper cables, stuffed in my sparetire well, and was able to start her. (Sidenote: Jumping cars scares the crap out of me though I've done it like 20 times) After the car started, I turned to see the mother hug her child in joy and relief. I realized

Hot cocoa with hazelnut kahlua with friends, great way to kickoff the holiday season

Painted this owl tonight at TOT live on stage. The background I actually live painted at a previous show. This is my first character! I doodled this funny owl out of nowhere one day and I never draw animals or anything like that. I also freestyled a poem tonight and the feature,Stacy Dyson, came up to me after the show, shook my hand, and told me 'thank you' :). Rainy nights are always fun. <|3

when i caress your skin i'm really writing hidden notes across it that only the wind can read when it swifts through your clothes in june it tells my secrets to the sea as it rolls across her and she massages the messages into the earth in waves the earth loves you i swear you're immune to gravity and the only thing keeping you here is that the planet and i are drawn to you <|3

So,  another relationship has ended. I decided to simply walk away from this relationship. It wasn't my idea, but I went with it. Though painful, it turned out to be best. We were at the point where there were a lot of words (and arguments) and nothing being heard. Words were useless. We were trying to be "friends" but friends by her definition. I just wanted us to be anything but not. I realized that as long as she harbored any idea of us being together romantically, we couldn't be true friends. And admittedly, I had trouble quieting my own heart and mind, hesitant to let someone so special slip away. Nevertheless, things weren't lining up. I knew where things were going from the beginning, it's my own fault for letting it go on for as long as it did without ever letting either person get a chance to come up for air. But the faults I saw in her and in myself are not important. What's important is that we were doing each other harm. After all the a

"I am nothing...   but the empty net which has gone on ahead of human eyes, dead in those darknesses, of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes on the timid globe of an orange.   I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star...    ...and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked, the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind. - Pablo Neruda

i've been tongue tied for years so that i can chant tightly folded prayers place them in the hollow point of bullets and fire them into the sky i'm just like everyone else if i do it often and if i never see them again i can believe they actually go somewhere <|3

I kind of rocked this week at the open mic. I "freestyled"  a poem. It wasn't totally off the top of the head though. I've had bits and pieces of the poem in my head for a few days previous but none of it was written or memorized. Good times. I haven't felt this good about performing a piece in a long time. :) <|3

Hipster: "Hey, where's that one girl?" Me: "What girl?" Hipster: "You know, the chick with the shiny green shirt and dark hair..." Me: "Oh, you mean, Briana, that really drunk girl." Hipster: "Yeah her...gonna rape that shit." [One minute later, concerned because I hadn't seen that girl around the house for awhile] Me: "Hey man, where's your ex girlfriend?" Brando [sprawled out on the couch]: "Huh? She's out in the car sleeping." Me: "Oh good. I was a little worried about a drunk girl wondering around the streets alone at 4 am." Brando [nonchalant]: "That's a man's dream." Me: "What?! No. No dude, that's not a man's dream." When I walked into this particular party where these conversations went down, I wondered what the theme was because everyone had a very "unique" kind of attire. Apparently, the theme was rape and nobody was kind e

when i make love to you in the rain i'll pretend that the pitter-pat drops are the sky's own way of applauding that love <|3