When's the last time you did something for the first time?

Even if you're sleeping all day because you're overwhelmed, find ways to be artistic at night. Things are changing once more, and being and feeling left behind is old news. Time flies whether you're the pilot or the ticket holder, either way you'll always get where you're trying to go, but only one will have chosen where they truly wanted to go. It's time to shed your skin. It's time to step into your alter ego, because who you currently are isn't that subtle in dark rooms. Sometimes it's best to stay silent and observe, and other times it's comforting to know that who you're becoming is better than how anyone would've hoped you'd turn out to be. I think there's always a time to be conceited, because no one truly knows who you are unless you show them. How can evil people destroy what's easily taken off? This new year is coming in fast, and before it leaves just as fast, we have to become the possibility of energet

I've let it be known through my writing that I love trap doors and I see nothing wrong with them. I love playing dangerous and shallow games, that could potentially bend me out of shape, because I was never meant to be solid -when I've been solid all my life. I was a loyal fetus. I was a loyal eigth grader , and let's just say that I was a loyal friend within the friend group. I was who others could count on, and maybe that's why I was always the plus one to something even more deadlier. I was sinister but it was an obvious kind of bad luck. I played in small corners all while unaliving anything remotely comforting. Why might you ask? Well here it goes... I was begining to love my ending. I was making love with trapping who I truly was. I was and still am both a healer and a trouble maker. I cause trouble all while healing others when I choose to be myself. I always die a little but still manage to go under the radar when I hide all of my skins to please a sinful a

Can I ask you a question. Yeah? I mean I think I can since you're here. If you're here we're playing by my rules, and I believe it's only fitting to empty your brain of worthless ordeals, so that you can move out your own way. I'm doing this for you, not to you -isn't that something God would say? Isn't that also what the devil would say if you just let him in. To be clear we all need a little spice to actually want to eat nature's soup. Why would your devious God prepare the last supper without the devil's temptation? Maybe he knew the benefits hell had and where it could lead you if you just learned to listen long enough. If silence is torture try living in constant agony. You must know that even in silence, devils and angels still whisper. Why fight what's unclear, I believe that that's just making a mess for yourself later down the road. I used to hate the silence, and sometimes I still throw unread books against the wall [ke

Miss Taylor Swift is the best. Taylor S. is both an icon and an inspiration. She's up and down my 2024 vision board. She reminds me everyday to never forget the foolishness brought on by others, and by others I mean insecure people. I mean, have you ever put a clown on a pedstal? Have you ever found yourself chasing someone else when you should've been coming back to yourself? Don't be ashamed because I've done all of these things, and once you've done these things once, sometimes it's easy to fall victim to doing it again. But in the end what do you gain, when you put others first while putting yourself last? I think we can all agree that 2023 was a horrible year for us creatives. It was a wrecking ball for us dreamers, because we mostly found it most profittable to stay stuck in endless dreams than to actually do those same things in real life. But like my last blog post about Miss Taylor S., we can learn a lot from her, so buckle up, because we're abo

A crushed mind comes with not enough faith. I've seen usually aware people become so unaware as to how good their life is about to get. I mean I've been one of those people -many times in my own life. I couldn't picture a picture better than the hell I was seeing, so how in the hell could I even strap myself in for the most liberating ride of life -if I was so busy living for the now. I was living in what I currently depised and it too was mudering me. My crime scene was the worst one yet to happen, and I was walking into another crime scene, because I wasn't giving my ego self enough time to dessicate. It was hard for me to allow my reign to be perfectly developed, all while I sat down and relaxed. I thought my life was over, but all of it was untrue, because my limited beliefs about myself were also untrue. I don't know what you're thinking, and I don't know what kind of space you're currently in -if you're even in a space at all. A lot o

You never shared your toys or even properly communicated for that matter, so why would I turn myself into everything that matters -for you? Why would I be your everything, when there's better out there? Why would I allow you to sit in the crowd when the stage is a bit more fitting for your devilish ways? The people need to see you. My people need to know you, to exile you. You deserve nothing, but you're filled with too many demons to even realize who and what you really are. Maybe you're an empty shell, or maybe you're just the devil in disguise -or maybe you're all of the above with not enough room to ever become someone truly great. But anyways either way you deserve to burn for what you did and thought you did. You thought you completely took for me, but you didn't. You didn't even come close to the ocean or even the flames for that matter. You weren't as great as you thought you were in your prior years. You're a joke and an even bigger clow

I don't know about you, but I've been finding it really hard to do things I don't want to do. Tapping into undesired energy doesn't seem fun, it seems like a snooze. It seems like a bore, and it also seems like a time waster -and I loathe wasting time. Even though I sometimes ruin time within my own life, I still know how important it is. It's just as important as much as it's man-made and unheard of somewhere else. We're a joke to other planets and a total nightmare in other dimensions. We're expected to be unnaturally clean, when we're allowing others to know too much about our plans and innovations. Remaining a mystery never hurts the actual subjects. They were overtly unclean and that's what made them supernaturally clean in major crime scenes. I can't tell you why I write with some much passion, and I can't even begin to tell you why I do the things that I seemingly partake in. What I say, do, and like wouldn't make s

We've all been there. I believe we've all been in that space between profound clarity and unbearable emptiness. It's the wanting as well as the longing. It's that special time that sums up our year, but invites another blank and unknown year. We're on the brink of something great. We all are. We all are capable of clearing out the distortion and replacing it with divine knowing. I've illustrated a path for myself, and I know that I can do it... but if I keep sitting on the idea, all it'll do for me is bring in more doubt. And we all know that the world wasn't built on doubt, I mean if that were the case then the bridges and all of the highways would've came crashing down by now. We're all unstoppable once we begin to separate ourselves from all the forces that are trying to stop us. Everyone in some way or another has suffered some sort of pain and or chaos. We've all seen madness in it's prime, and we've all catered to an e

I didn't intend on meeting the devil so early. I mean I've seen him numerous of times, and he's even seen me in my dreams. This clever son of a b!tch even sent some of his cruel friends to spy on me, and eventually I let my guard down and I made a mistake. I gave into a deadly sin and it's been consuming me. I usually have the best discernment. I usually am able to bend the devil's will, to make sure that I'm benefiting more than anyone else in hell, for that matter. I thought that I could walk through hell and not have to use my voice. I was saved and then I lost the help. I mean I allowed myself to hit a wall, and now I've been suffering. Maybe I've been being overdramatic, or maybe I still haven't done what's right. Maybe all of this is for a new character development. Maybe I had to shed my old skin, because I asked for something way better. Maybe the old Keanu needed to die in the embers, so that I could fulfill my prophecy of ge

I love this segment, because in a way I should've been at a diner figuring things out, but I got seduced into this timeframe... and I hate it. Yes I hate it. I know hate is a strong word, but for some reason I ended up taking the wrong path, and I'm somewhere in between two filthy and uninspiring realms. I'm a sucker for hidden food with comfortable booths. I crave old music with iconic waiters as well as waitresses. I crave a time and a place I've seemingly been but quite put my finger upon. But anyways hey there friend, I know it's been awhile. I remember when there was I time where I was pushing these diner/foodie blogs out, but then it all stopped. It didn't quite come crashing down, but it just vanished, and in a sense I too vanished. I wanted to talk about others and their minds. I wanted to talk about what's not so talked about. Sometimes we can be so wrapped up in our own little worlds, that we don't really give ourselves time to think