Feb 10, 2010
make it right
Feb 9, 2010
Let's Talk about Pep



Feb 8, 2010
A love Affair with substance: a story about procrastination
jThat's when it came to me my hands were having an affair behind my back.

Who is you?
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 2, 2010
Bang Bang Click
A few of my Favorite things
Waking up to the sun

Feeling like a new person
I can't go on with my day without opening my curtains
I love to feel like god is giving me a fresh start.
Waking up to the sun in my face is definitely the right side of the bed.

I especially enjoy it when I'm not being disturbed
For the next person who talks to me while I'm gazing into space and I give you an attitude
You interrupted my daily people watch which will never be the same after you stop talking
I love taking in everything from hair to body language
There is something so relaxing about staring at someone and taking in their whole being
while their going about their day














The real me



Jan 31, 2010
Food For Thought
Jan 29, 2010
Femi.


unsure


Jan 28, 2010
Fear

memories?
Is it me or does it seem wrong to take pictures of people while their suffering and in pain. What exactly is suppose to come from those photos. When I see photos from slavery I’m extra confused, its unknown if the photographers are slave owners or just bystanders. But why exactly is it a good idea to record that I guess for proof I don’t know, it doesn’t make sense. Hearing it isn’t enough we need to take 1,000 pictures and run it through every channel on tv and circulate them through the internet. I know about memories I’m no photographer but I’m the loser at the dinner table taking pictures. I take pictures of EVERYTHING and EVERYONE, all the people in school I hated and loved I have photos of all the them, my bullies. I don’t delete I keep all the bad, blurry, and disgusting photos. If someone pulls out of photo of me from 5th grade in my nappy ass pink tails and thick eyebrows I will laugh it up and enjoy it. I just don’t know how excited I’ll be if someone pulls out a photo of me covered in ash and dirt, crying, bleeding, with no shoes on. I think I would be pretty embarrassed.
I'm always thinking in other terms. It seems like a control thing to me. Take as many photos, jam cameras into the faces of half alive people without permission and on the worst day of their life. While doing so feed,clothe, bathe, and care for them all in the same moment.
Let me put it like this in your head. Your house caught on fire you think of nothing but your family. It's 3:00am, no time to grab real clothes or any of your prized possessions. Since you like to clean comfortable you are only in your panties and bra, never mind that you go wake up your family to get them out of their. As you and your family finally make it out devastated all your things are inside, you have no home, nothing. Along with a firetruck, fox 5 new, and random paparazzi. Taking pictures from the side line, you have no control your're more worried about your family and now old home.
It seems so morally wrong to take photos of someone while their in the worst position.
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 26, 2010
Things I'm not Afraid of...






Jan 25, 2010
Under the Sun



Jan 24, 2010
The best ideas
Jan 23, 2010
The way of fiction
Like most movies I watch I look at everything from a a writers point of view ,naturally I give credit to who ever wrote the script and screenplay although a whole team is needed to create such a phenomenal movie like this. All in all it had to be put on paper first before any major steps are taken. I was never a big fan of sci-fi or fiction. I hated the idea of something not being real where I can't really relate I can only imagine and dream. My sad excuse for why I never wrote anything fiction slowly but surely I'm feeling more inspired to write a great fiction novel
Street Possessionby Tony Lindsey

Jan 21, 2010
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