the inner working of the gavin mind...
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
So after spending the better portion of the night with my buddy I started my walk home. Now my buddy lives maybe 8 min. Walk from my house. So on my way home I’m on the sidewalk and I hear the worst noise ever: cop sirens, not the ” I’m rushing somewhere” nono they were the ” stop moving” sirens. So I stopped cause I ha nothin to hide and he came out flashing his flashlight at me asking if I knew why he stopped me. At this point in time I think to myself ” nick behave, this man has a gun and knows how to shoot” so what do I do? Well my friends, I reply ” cause I’m black isn’t it? Always tryin to keep the black man down” this cop had no idea what just happened and he had to flash the light in my face to make sure I was actually white.
Soon after I was cuffed and put into the cruzer…. Normal cops are ass holes. But on the plus side the “arresting officer” did not read me my rights, had no ground in which to detain me, and the head officer laughed when I explained to him everything and personally drove me home :) ah I love being black
Hey, this is just me saying hi, feel free to talk to me : )
There are three things we leave on this Earth when we pass away:
The things we have made with our hands,
The knowledge we share,
and the love we give:
So make beauty and share it with the world,
Teach what you believe,
and love, love with all your heart, so that others will share that love with their fellow man
so i have lost most all inspiration to make art, i’m not great at it but i’m not terrible. I have no models (be it people or objects) that inspire me. This makes me sad. I’m probably going to lay down the pencil and pen for some time. the only thing i guess im working on is my ink i plan of getting, all original work of course because i cant stand the people who get ink that is meaningless.
My beautiful friend Kai volunteered to be a model for my mediocre painting skills. The art was donated to a child abuse center to be sold in an auction, the painting sold for $90. I’m semi-proud of myself.
(I hate painting and shading cause I can never get it right to show curves….)
Strippers: scantily clad women who can heal the broken heart of the depraved. Well done ladies well done.
(Source: eraticate)
song of my day
So after prom we went to a lake in Leroy which is about a 1/2 hour out of town. Unable to sleep do to my insomnia I went down to the lake and sat in the moon light meditating. I have never felt so at peace because the mother was everywhere in every breath I took in every sound smell and feeling I got. About 45 minutes goes by and I haven’t moved, I hear an odd whopping croak sound, breaking my concentration I see a Crain in the water less then 5 feet away from me. And for that moment it was there, we were both aware of each others presence and I felt like I saw myself through its eyes.
Please tell me again how that’s your girl, and how you’re the only person that can complement her? You think about what you’re going to say as I take her out to dinner and dancing and then party it up later. Oh and then watch the sun rise with her… Yeah tell me again how she’s yours…