Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Gil-Scott Heron:
Us living as we do upside down. And the new word to have is revolution. People don't even want to hear the preacher spill or spiel because God's whole card has been thoroughly piqued. And America is now blood and tears instead of milk and honey. The youngsters who were programmed to continue fucking up woke up one night digging Paul Revere and Nat Turner as the good guys. America stripped for bed and we had not all yet closed our eyes. The signs of Truth were tattooed across our open ended vagina. We learned to our amazement untold tale of scandal. Two long centuries buried in the musty vault, hosed down daily with a gagging perfume. America was a bastard the illegitimate daughter of the mother country whose legs were then spread around the world and a rapist known as freedom, free doom. Democracy, liberty, and justice were revolutionary code names that preceded the bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling in the mother country's crotch What does Webster say about soul? All I want is a good home and a wife and a children and some food to feed them every night. After all is said and done build a new route to China if they'll have you. Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America?
Maturity,

I think the more you mature, you start to look at things with a different eye, in a different light. You start to understand more, but only when you're open to understanding. You appreciate books, art, people, music, knowledge, friendships, and more. The NAKED eye will comprehend where I'm coming from. Shit isn't one sided anymore...I guess I can say that's the beauty of life.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
The Element of Freedom
I think "Freedom" is a very powerful, controversial word.It can cause Civil Wars, raise fists, being people together & also tear them apart. You have people who believe Freedom is being able to do whatever the fuck they want, you have people who think Freedom only pertains to Slavery, you have people who believe there's no such thing as Freedom, except Free-Doom, and then you have people like me...who believe the element of Freedom is a figment of our own minds, a seed, still waiting for the word to fully blossom before us. But that's where the problem lies. Why are we waiting around for Freedom to find us? Our world is one of great corruption and oppression, but we make the choices. Freedom can be anything we want it to be. The freedom to smoke Marajuana in the comfort of our own homes. The freedom to marry same sex couples. But nothing comes easy. America is now blood & tears instead of milk and honey, but we must continue the search, and the fight...for Freedom.Sunday, October 24, 2010
Think about it
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
An Ode to my Niggas
Her.

Monday, October 11, 2010
Open Letter of Resentment to Our Notorious Friend "Love"
Dear Love,
I am charging you with being completely overrated. We are taught to think that you are something spectacular, and amazing, which is probably only the case 50% of the time. You're two-faced. You have the ability to make people feel like they're on top of the world one minute, and then make someone feel like they're being crushed under the weight of the world the next minute. You have this way of making people in relationships fall hard...but often times one more than the other. You should be a mutual thing, but for some reason, you get a kick out of seeing people travel down a one way street. You practice cruel and unusual punishment and you've been a weapon in disguise for entirely too long. I hear by declare you a desperado to my mind, body, and soul. You've been found guilty as charged by myself, and a number of your other victims, and are sentenced to confinement until someone can prove you innocent. That is all.
Monday, October 4, 2010
No Spheres Here,

Contrary to your beliefs, my world has never been a sphere. I view the world, and everything and one in it from a very unique pair of eyes. I think that once you have found your perspective on life, and you're happy with it, you have reached one of your greatest coups. I have yet to fill this void. I'm just on the roller coaster of my pursuit of happiness. It may be treacherous, but I'll buckle my seatbelt and hold on tight, because I'm down for the ride. This is MY world, what shall I make of it?
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
The Butterfly Effect

Wednesday, September 1, 2010
One picture, a thousand words.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Our World By: Alexis Scott
Take a stand for what you believe in.




The Fantasy










Monday, August 9, 2010
Summer, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
"Beauty passes, wisdom remains"

I am a firm believer in this quote. Being one who has both qualities, I feel it is necessary to spread the word that wisdom is what is truly going to carry you through life, and in turn grow through out it as well. . My dear friends, outter beauty will only last us so long in my opinion. I'm not only directing this to women, but men also. Ladies, your hair will not always be the beautiful, rich color that it is today. Eventually, that will be taken over by brittle-like colors of grey, and white. Gentleman, eventually, you will no longer be capable of enticing a woman with your wrinkle-free, youthful faces, and in-place hair lines. The more you experience, the wiser you will become. I also believe that experience isn't the only way to become wise. KNOWLEDGE is also a key to wisdom. This is why, after many years of immaturity, I have finally realized that with every encounter I have, and new things I learn, I am becoming wiser day by day. If I had to choose, I would die full of beauty SECOND to full of wisdom.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
My Day Away ( Diary Entry)

Monday, June 21, 2010
A Day Away By: Maya Angelou
Once a year or so I give myself a day away. On the eve of my day of absence, I begin to unwrap the bonds which hold me in harness. I inform housemates, my family and close friends that I will not be reachable for twenty-four hours; then I disengage the telephone. I turn the radio dial to an all-music station, preferably one which plays the soothing golden
oldies. I sit for at least an hour in a very hot tub; then I lay out my clothes in preparation for my morning escape, and knowing that nothing will disturb me, I sleep the sleep of the just.
On the morning I wake naturally, for I will have set no clock, nor informed my body timepiece when it should alarm. I dress in comfortable shoes and casual clothes and leave my house going no place. If I am living in a city, I wander streets, window-shop, or gaze at buildings. I enter and leave public parks, libraries, the lobbies of skyscrapers, and movie houses.
I stay in no place for very long.
On the getaway day I try for amnesia. I do not want to know my name, where I live, or how many dire responsibilities rest on my shoulders. I detest encountering even the closest friend, for then I am reminded of who I am, and the circumstances of my life, which I want to forget for a while.
Every person needs to take one day away. A day in which one consciously separates the past from the future. Jobs, family, employers, and friends can exist one day without any one of us, and if our egos permit us to confess, they could exist eternally in our absence.
Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for. Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us. We need hours of aimless wandering or spaces of time sitting on park benches, observing the mysterious world of ants and the canopy of treetops.
If we step away for a time, we are not, as many may think and some will accuse, being irresponsible, but rather we are preparing ourselves to more ably perform our duties and discharge our obligations.
When I return home, I am always surprised to find some questions I sought to evade had been answered and some entanglements I had hoped to flee had become unraveled in my absence.
A day away acts as a spring tonic. It can dispel rancor, transform indecision, and renew the spirit.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Life Lessons...

Monday, April 19, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Problems... Pt.I
Monday, April 5, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Alexis' penis speaking.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
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