it ain't all smoke 'n mirrors. just cuz you can't see it doesn't mean its not there. you gotta go with the flow

dumpster diggin' at it's best: big-time, famous, rockin photographers. i'm not who you think i am... feather dusters always come in handy... never know when you'll be dustin.

it's monday night and nothin's goin round. i gotta bounce... i'm ragin with this fear that the toilet seat is my doom's day and i'll be lyin down on the cold tile and warming up to the soft wet towel on the ground. i used to nap in the bathroom when mom would take showers. it was my favorite thing to do in the mornings, because only wearing underwear would chill me and then i'd cover up in the blankets she'd dry off in. the steam and hot water would keep a layer of my skin warm enough to level out my shivers.

and sometimes those mornings will come back to me and i'll feel every minute. and suck the love right out of my hand. i usually forget how much i admire life once i've woken up after a day like that. the years i've been sitting in crown pizza, i never recognized until a while ago how much i love that secret. i hardly see anyone i know there, and its such a cozy atmosphere. the promising soda cans from the big fridge in the corner, the delicious blue cheese that i seem to love as much as life itself. and on those slushy snow days, i love the pavement that leaves my footprint in the dim freeze. i never feel a cold until the winters here. the change so dramatic, the falls never falling but would just drop to the ground and never bounce back up.

i could never share this feeling. this intimate feeling i have for life. for living and it's purpose, for wanting and it's need. for creating and it's history. but the mathematics and the roman numerals bore me. the stories, the fairy tales and the humor keeps me afloat.

my legend will not be forgotten. because Boosha is inside me and she will shine for all eternity