.gold in the air of summer.

. one black, one white, none gold .

Bob

Bob Dylan street art.

blackstarr

I love seeing someone bleeding their African American Native roots and Mos Def is that.
+

hang10.

Well I know it seems dramatic but I treat it like a crisis --

                                       From the office to the coffin, all our time and talent wasted

                      And that weight against your throat, is that a noose dressed like a necklace?

                                               From here, I couldn't really tell the difference.

captivating acts.

we're alone.
i can taste your dreams.
you want to, but you can't
you need a full recovery.
you want to, but you haven't
Don't worry about the things that we just didn't know.
+

2fers.

Hendrix & David Cole.

+ my desktop for the Months of May-June.

artishard.

you are drawing me to you
this is your art

i am drawn

i drew a blank
and i think
it may be
the best thing
i've ever drawn



+ Saul Williams (changed my life.)

world within the world

....is a saying Kat and I have. We literally have our own world within the world we know.

."Doors Jim Lives!" Someone wrote this on a wall near my house...long live the Lizard King!.

through the fields which disappear

                                                     soon after they appaer  because nature has a way

                                                    of changing the same way it remains.

                                                              . underneath and unexplored.

.when the sun descends into its darker side, who will gather my served pieces?.

                               i live
                               in a beautiful home
                              with no natural light.

. Our Tradition, Our Staple, Our SigNATURE .

. as living cargo they journey to the moon risen sea to your ear. many will not make it. i am shore.

. this blows my mind .

i bottle emotions and place them

into the sea for others

to unbottle on distant shores.

.bondies that held such odd forms.

.she breaths clouds of mystery and when the mystery is gone, so is the fire.

.I'm just a three-eyed boy, Looking for a twelve-toed girl.

.it is your freedom

that I love

i have not yet

learned to love

without holding on.

. we are capsules of energy .

.Never Eat Soggy Waffles.