Buddha baby.

Orange juice Tattoos , tough cookies.

Trust Respect

Love....







God, how is it you place the most wonderful women in my path,
I am thankful for her. My beautiful friend.

p.s Her team, Undefeated. yup, SHE, plays football

Chocolate summer

Nightingale

Ascend through loves billowed strain.
delicate as your calamus
Moonbeams bolster her mottled glide
stoutheartedness of diaphanous
dwindle in your estuary that reigns of beauty
I salute such a crimson death

Bonnie and Clyde.

I find him Wonderful.



My life long Muse. I always enjoy shooting him.







New York is always enchanting when our souls collide.

See you soon.

It is said.

The soul weighs 3oz.

Let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Oil and Water.

As Matthew will have it. (I avoided posting)

This past week, we were onset filming a movie.. 

We met some of the worlds crazies beings. One in which gave us the laughs, to last the entire week (we worked 94 hours, by the way, *wtf*).
 I do not remember her name. But We nicknamed her, oil, and I water. Because for some reason we did not mesh well. 

She was, a woman from Texas. 5 minutes into our greeting (oil)  tells Matthew and I, she was raped and didn't tell anyone for six months, and believes in abortion. 
Keep in mind, she hadn't even given her name, and kept such a secret for six months, and yet told us in five minutes?! hmm.. Strike one. 

The conversation shifted, into a debate on Capital punishment. Oil felt, when a young adult gets life in prison, we should give them all the death penalty because its more cost sufficient. Instead of paying for their well being. 1/2 A strike

(Her view points had me in shock, I politely interrupted and asked, what part of town she currently lives, *so I can avoid this area* Oil, quote on qoute, answers,  "San Berna-ghetto")

LaRayia: Alrighty, moving right along..

Our next conversation, goes right into politics. 
Oil, but of course is a republican, (oh btw, I have yet to meet an intelligent one, so if you fit the bill, send me a message)...
She rants and raves, "Democrats/ the middle class are horrible, non of them want to work, they want everything handed to them, this isn't fair"

*My silent thoughts* Isn't at least 85% of the population the middle class?  and aren't the highest paying jobs usually laborless? 

So, I randomly ask Oil, wait but being that you live in the ghetto, you fall into the category of being eligible for government assistance? 


Oil replied by saying, "well I don't live in the ghetto, its across the street from my house. but my nephew is half black. So I'm not racist"

(I was mistaken, Oil is a bit more cultured than I thought *facetious thought*)

How we moved on, to religion I will never understand. 
(Btw, Matthew is jewish, and I am a spiritual buddhist)

Oil then says, oh by the way. Im hard core Christian. 
Matthew, explodes in laughter shocked by the contradiction in her beliefs. 

Steam begins to escape from Oil's blushing ears. "Whats funny ABOUT THAT?!"

Matthew, "Nothing, nothing at ALL. I believe in god. Good for you too"

Confused, I asked "Do you have any friends?"

Oil says "Yeah, and they are black"

During this part of our conversation, David, comes to join our table.. 
Oil says to him. Aww hi.. We were talking about some of our friends. "Do you want to see a picture of my favorite black guy?"


At this point, Now I am unable to hold in my happy angry laugh. I have had enough. I felt an urge to bring her life to an emotional end. I wanted to commit viper tongue suicide. So I removed myself from her presence. 

*An hour later,* she found herself back, in my bubble.. 

Lolz. Life seems to be testing, my kindness. lolz

Underground..

We went to see them live. Edit was amazing.
By far, the best DJ in the Glitch mob.
Next month they are opening up for prodigy.
Hopefully I'll see you there.

Out from hiding.

Stall

More or less.

Sensitiveness is closely allied to egotism; and excessive sensibility is only another name for morbid self-consciousness. The cure for tender sensibilities is to make more of our objects and less of our selves 

Emotional obesity.

Subconsciously i've grown heavy. 

I am unable to distinguish if the pain im feeling is heart ache, or just heart burn.   

The optomist in me, tells me, I am half full. Reality tells me, Im half empty. 

 

-LaRayia

Im

 currently a recovering,

undercover, 

                  over lover

who is attempting to recover from a love I simply cant seem to get over

kismet.

My weekend..

Sports award Gala

Music meeting

The movies (Slumdog millionaire)

3 or 4 different restaurants, as always..

Missed Ash, as she enjoyed her San Fran visit (Birthday wishes to Brenda)

Enjoyed Scotti, Mrs.Janice, Will and Coughvans company..



..Acknowledging, we all decide which path that best suits self.

Hours later, I see a movie, thats entirety is about the message I had discussed prior to such declaration..



Sound of art, here we go..

{Feeling tan}

Twitches and tweeks.

I am only able to devour ice cream when its accompanied by a fork (spoons change its taste)

I imbibe coffee as though its going out of style.. (Since age 6)

Chew Tums like candy

Would rather RAW cake batter OVER it baked

Snack, the entire time im cooking

Enjoy Sultry showers to the point of discomfort.

Skip gym days to avoid washing my hair

Answer my own questions, (in a different tone)

Frolic at my own jokes

{masticate the facts, my list will become vertically obesse.}

Exacts.

How is it, we are unable to accept flaws that are indentical to our very own. Do you run from a mirrored image of attraction?

_____ find their way to one another, even when their backs are against the wall, the world shifts in order for them to face each other..


{Feeling, light black}

Question.

Of all the time the world has given, it is tonight I drive, with you on my mind crying and wondering...why I left you behind...




{When I can't get rid of the skeletons in my closet, I teach them how to dance}

obscurity...

Entities axiom paralyzed,

Antecedent to my doleful nebula,

A colorful spectrum sweltering pain,

My heart racing past its alcove,

Her sun awakening the night with Stellar eyes...

Pebbles..

The longest process in life.. Completing an album..
I've been working on this project for a little over 8 months..
Living in the studio, is something else..

To say the least. Finally I am able to breathe..

Finding a sound and direction has been a mission in itself..
Being innovative.. Fun.. Creative.. Brave.

. Its well on its way..

A million people are still waiting to hear..

Darling,You have yet to hear such a sound. Stay tuned to what I have in store for 09'

-Blessings..

Warmed whispers. Satin Chocolate..

Slept in a quiet park, amoung strangers.. Had a chance to catch up on reading

Breakfast Burritos at noon, in the grass. The breeze swirled the leaves amoung us.
Thrifty ice cream from rite aid, was a heavenly treat.. I indulged in cookies and cream, cookie dough. I stole pecans, leaving her with just a buttery cream.. Im beginning to think. she never minds..




Growing accustom to her city.

(Feeling Ivory) A heavy Feather, thats sinks into all I touch..


(New book, Titled homosexuality and civilization by Louis Crompton)...

2nd Mother.

There are but a few women who I would model my life after.. She happens to be at the forefront.


With love.