(on Left a friend on News Week) |
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A kid that walks through train tracks, freight yards, underground galleries, gang infested neighborhoods, and does it all for free. Fame overly engulfed his ego at the age of 15, a cocky kid that boastfully rivaled people 10 years older. A kid that had everything but equally had nothing, no social life or worries of the quick coming future. Painfully he realized the truth on why he was constantly holding 12oz every night. It was all because he was escaping my own emptiness, depression is slow and it kills. But at the age of 18 he struggled hard and learned to leave the past, and began pursuing my educated filled goals. Painting is a index finger on the hand of my life and my biography rests on freeway center dividers...My life is a rough draft.
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| My life is pigmented. |
LA Riverbed
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| mean leg curls. |
Another 2 fingers of this kids life lies on a piece of wood and a plank of foam. He feels more comfortable standing on these more than walking and acts like a therapeutic activity that releases stress. Paddling and pushing through this hectic society we live in.
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Last but not least the poets muse. The ring finger that leads to his heart. She shaped this diamond in the rough and re-kindled the inspiration in the artist.
Ssupportive of his talent and never once judged his rocky past. Shes been more than a friend, and no other could affect him like she does. Adrianne has filled a set of empty arms and doesn't mind holding a hand that has paint on them. Not a day goes by without her putting a smile that clings to his lips . Just an effortless breath that swept through his soul... <33
Ssupportive of his talent and never once judged his rocky past. Shes been more than a friend, and no other could affect him like she does. Adrianne has filled a set of empty arms and doesn't mind holding a hand that has paint on them. Not a day goes by without her putting a smile that clings to his lips . Just an effortless breath that swept through his soul... <33A glimpse of my life...
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