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Name: Da
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Philadelphia


Interests: sELF expression. in any way possible.
Expertise: making things harder than they should, just for the sake of saying i could. come back 10x stronger with a 5th a vodka,ehh lemme shut up. i dont expertise in nothin.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art


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Member Since: 4/26/2005

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Friday, March 10, 2006

[ band in the rain ]

So.
I wonder.
its a horrible horrible thing.  its been ages after the fact and i am still a broken person.
that fateful period of time, that seems like another life time still torments me today.
And i hate it. Because its not fair.

its perfectly fair too me. for foolishly tossing myself upon the train tracks
Chest bare, staring the locomotive inbetween the headlights
perfect example of fight or flight. when i was too stupid too take the advice
and took it head on, and got up in spite of being broken down beyond repair
nothing in my body had the will too care.
too be defeated on such a charge was unheard of in my vocabulary
and i think it lingers still today its quite scary
its got me clenched in a grip so tight its light tight,
i couldnt illuminate this corner if i was a night light
and as i trench through this crowded black hallway
lined with the remnants of old days
i realize why that train didnt strike me down
it wasnt me i wasnt around.
she came down from the heavens and gave me a smile
took it in stride and grinned for a while
and crawled inside me and go to work

i damn you
for being so stubborn
i dont need repair
i dont deserve your worth

inspired by
Traxer - Fist II (band in the rain}
Kev Vo
and guilt

~The Red
d e c i p e r a t w i l l


Tuesday, February 21, 2006

               
[
late nite ]
Cellar Door

I feel like
when im up late at night
I'm at the point in time where there is no time.
I grow no older. I get no younger. I feel much wholer
there ends my sober.

im intoxicated 10x over
much more stronger than any corona,
no alcohol could be this good, i know. 
its my world inside the hood. i grow.

i expand and clear countries, break down walls
and open eyes. racism cant exist when everyone consists of lines
when everything is a shade of grey, even gays get
the right of day. its amazing the emotions some carbon
can stoke, when you indulge it all,fuck fear, dont choke

live your life on the page, throw your heart all out
show the world what you see but you cant get out
if they hate you for it, fuck em too they lose
when its you and you, you got nothing to lose.

 ~The Red


Wednesday, February 08, 2006

[ the worry ]


hungry with a swagger, stumbles, but he tries to gather. frayed from the day
mind fragmented in every way, if he makes it home tonight , its a lucky day
broken street signs create simon on the ground, goddamn why wont this world just tryslow down
we run 100mph makin less then 10 an hour tryna create our empire that resembles our dream
but with greed, an hate an liars, any man that was inspired, he now is just tired from the things that he sees, when he tries with honesty,patience and tenacity, 10 years later hes a manager at micky D's.

so he~
reconstructs his plan, fix the fold too feed the man, cuz if you wanna be the man you gotta beat the man~ so hes eatin out his hand, workin harder in his land, doin everything he can jes to get on in, so now hes hot an on top, he's his greatest own crop but stop. he aint happy wit what he got, hes in a buisiness suit an tie, lost the hunger in his eye, and 15 years away from the begining dream, hes a traitor to himself, fucked his dream for the wealth, and in the end he can only blame the one, himself.

~ Thus is the way of life. money matters more than man apparently. 


Saturday, February 04, 2006

[ mama ]

 i feel like crying right now. <_<.
 I'm listenin too hey mama, and im listenin how Kanye is just thankin his mom for all shes done for her. It makes me think about my grandma [and my mom too but more so my grandma] shes dead now for those who dont know. but. her influence lives in me like no other force on this earth man . I wish i could show her how much i love her. she was everything for me anytime i needed it. my legs whe n i couldnt walk, my cash when i needed, my voice when i didnt know how to say what it was i wanted to say. she could look inside of me before i could look inside of me. she taught me how too accept people. she taught me how too accept me =D something i dont know if i could ever do without her. She let me do me, 24/7 and never punished me for it. she lived wit me, as me, too the purest of forms. She saw me bare beyond all. she knew my flaws, and my strengths, and she loved me harder *starts tearin* than anyone on this earth has ever loved me. its amazing that shes gone..I want the world too know i love her. I want her too know i love her. one day I'll do something that will make everyone proud. that will make her proud. That'll show them what shes shown me. the true beauty of man.

*whipes eyes*
I wanna scream so loud for you
cuz im so proud of you and uh
lemme tell u what ima bout to do
you know i love you so, and id never let you go

its been years since ive cried.
~The Red


Thursday, January 19, 2006

[ space ]

For art homework we have too depict the effects of light in space.
So we need two key components. Light and Space. Light is the easy part.
Space is not.

What is space?
is it just as simple as a room? a ceiling light and its effects on the floor??
Outside? The effect of the sun on the tree branches?

or could you shrink it down and inversely blow it up?
Is it the inside of a soda can when the bottom of being lit?
The insides of a pc when the power lights are burning bright?

Could it be the spaces in between objects lined up, when the light hit it from an angle?
and the cast shadows are more important than the object?


What exactly does my teacher want?
He said if you can proove it, you can do it.

Maybe i could cover my ass and do a mix.
We'll see.

~The Red

  



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