Posotively nothing is like waitinf for the break in the rain to go find a dry wall, and place my interpretations of the world on it, my one-eyed skewed vision of what goes on around me. I almost always make sure to go when I'm utterly exhausted- inhibition just slips away like oil off of water then. The wall- now My Wall is only covered to a point, providing the right dry space for me to paint, but not enough to cover myself.Soaked, in light clothing and good shoes for running I make my mark. " Just because the walls are cleaner, doesn't mean the streets are safer." People need to learn daring- to learn common sense- and to read the writing on the wall.

Who has the coolest sweater to ever make it's way out of a thrift shop?



Omg! I think that would be meeee. Shocking.

The face of addiction.                                                                                                (Lj cut...no.)

Celebratory day-getting-better photo! That and I was just feeling plain naughty. SHUTTUP. Whores. Mmmmwhores.

For my first act, camwhoring!




Yup, the lip-ring went BACK in, bitches.