write

 I am going to attend a class today regarding how to publish your own book. I think this will be a great opportunity for me, especially since I will be in the process of self-publishing my book, alongside my Ode Book, and three short stories. Trust me, they will not all be done at once, yet they will all coincide with one another. The instructor is stated to be Sybil Smith, as she is the owner of The Ebook Publishers, Smith House Publishing Consultants, and if you ask me; I think this is a great class to grace my appearance with. Although I am more timid than ever, I can only hope the vibes are dope and that I gain a lot of information. I mean, we will receive an extensive resource packet to help assist us throughout this process. I’m excited. I will respond on here with my insight on the class if I am not too down in the dumps. I pray I make it to this class. Vale

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Body. Words. Rihanna. Half. Names. Love. Lust. Hate.

The beginner page. This will not make sense. It folds perfectly, into perfection; fluke. I will marry Malanda. & i miss you Bob.

*laugh out loud*

#bright #scared

ya mind drifts away. where is my middle man?

We had this idea of this Life. And somehow it has transitioned to a “bohemian, free based/minded writer with a sense of security w/o the hassle”. I mean, Bei knows man. That idea we dreamt of in the garage > but as Bei explained, with more depth. & we don't like explaining things. As Natalie stated; they explain it for us. *shrugs* And now there is a sense of direction and change. I tend to freak about a situation for abt ten min .. and then I return to the collective flow of Life. The freak out sessions return from time ta time, but they will eventually fade away ... We will all bump heads at some point. Lol, and it's like .. I have no idea how I became this person I am today. I guess I was looking for the one Truth in the world and I came to the conclusion that it is the soil we walk on. It is not the fabrication of this concrete, but the pure soil in the "Village". The Ants that follow you, or the birds that just fly with no complete destination, yet they adapt. The family-oriented kind of lifestyle. The trees. It’s true. It is Nature.

One pair of Pants. One pair of Shoes.

& you make sure to remind ha of her morals.

HERE. 2/12/2012

I just want to pack my bags and leave. I don’t want anything. I want to leave everything behind. I don’t even want my phone. I’d take an iPad once I learn how to make measly chump change off of my craft … and just goo. I still want to search for love. Peace. I’d have one pair of pants, maybe two .. a few shirts and sneakers. I’d be okay if I was on my own. Once I add another 1000 miles on my car .. we will see. I seriously want to see this world. Maybe for the Summer? I mean, what’s it like? A summer sounds fun. A month even, three weeks.

 I want to.. ^^