True artists are prophets. I don't want to be that prophetic in that sense because it's so lonely. 

Yoko Ono 

boots.i love cowboy boots. i loved this pair some much. i worn them out. so to ´repair´ them i added tape and paint. and now my boots have eyes, and there are to die.

one of my favorite places to eat at. Samurai. japanese food. hmm i could have that any day. 

oh. they want you. control over you. either by force or by temptation.

want you. to be part of their organization.

imagesfrominterentwhichimergedtogether.

books.flowers. cup of tea or coffee. sensational.

beauty to my eyes. leaves them blind. can even take my life.

some words of a story i made in my mind

Corrected criminal, no such thing.

She had escaped away from her criminal mind long long ago.

She had kept herself to herself.

Not letting herself go.

So. It is clear, she wasn´t really free.

Chains are chains...Even if made out of air.

Criminal minds.

No.

They can´t be corrected.

There is no protocol.

No way to take control.

She wondered...is a criminal mind a liberal mind?

How far does freedom go?

How far may one go?

Does good and bad exist?

As she was trapped in a dilemma which is for fact a labyrinth without exit.

Her head spanned in a million and one circles.

She had committed a crime. A time ago. A long long time ago. A crime to no one but herself. A crime of moral dilemma ongoing in her petit but vast brain. 

A jail. In which she had been restrained and liberated. A jail which she thought didn't really exist. A jail she herself had unconsciously fabricated. A jail she had locked herself in.

Now as she saw the light of day. A new born day. A new bright future. A brave new pathway. She was shaking. She was afraid. Afraid of losing restrains. Yet anxious about devouring the opportunities. As she steped out of her shell.

Got ready to ring the bell.

She had an epitome.

All she was afraid seemed as tuna to a cat.

Inoffensive and delicious.

For a fact, criminal minds can´t be corrected.

It is because (in some cases) the crime may not even exist in the first place.

It had been an external and vane idea that she had taken as her own.

Expanded it and had let it take the direction.

She had fabricated a crime. Made herself into a disguised criminal that was uncorrectable. 

Uncorrectable as she had never committed the crime that made her criminal.
How may one repair something that was never broken?

what a stare may say

reflections

one of the greatest sources of inspiration in my daily life are reflections. The distortion of an image as a result of light.material or texture.captivates my my mind. Here are some pics I took as I was drinking a glass of agua de jamaica.

keepaneyeopen

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headlesst shirt inspiration.

i want a bike.sososososososososo very badly.....wait till i feel the piggy bank