katita
12.29.2011
12.23.2011
12.18.2011
12.17.2011
there is somebody
there is somebody i barely knew that i miss dearly daily. i hope he reads this....
(Not so) Daily Dabble: Hustle vs. Shuffle
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| Young Mook |
Lastly, the hustler's CD was called "The Game Needs Us" burnt CD badly put together (NO GRAPHICAL QUALITY AT ALL) vs. Young Mook's "It's Alright" professional grade product.
MIND YOU I SAY NOTHING OF THE QUALITY OF MUSIC.... just the quality of a first impression!!
12.16.2011
Firmness of purpose
never have i ever known a thing to last forever, except these haunting hopes i have honed here however
I write them then "like" them its my only kinda voice... i try... but it doesn't mean i have any choice
Like a ghost at most to my obvi- blogged obsession I'm only half a host- I'm content too
It's a confession...
I would boast but I'm not boastful, i fear im much much too hopeful- and notable a won't pull thru. but push and pull aren't my role dude.
If it's not your calling It becomes your ambition defying fate in a cataclysm. The firmness of purpose has become my prison.
the bars are blinding on the back of my eyelids.. bars of notes when i blink go into hiding and i go into silence
The firmness of my person is the trails of the gypsies, it can be tracked back it just a bit tricky
You can track me down and you can even trap me. you can't make me perform or become entrancing.
It's so happens- its a rather rare privilege i'd rather you not try to rely on a mental image.
only i know what i envisioned to mind the music in myself- has become my mission
If it's not your calling It becomes your ambition defying fate in a cataclysm. The firmness of purpose has become my prison.
the bars are blinding on the back of my eyelids.. bars of notes that when i blink go into hiding and i hide in the quiet
secretly i seek out some of the silence, then in my head that "Voice" comes back with a violence
just shouting the reminders of how i was con into compliance cautiously i keep hiding, my fear i keep on fighting, one day I'll stop abiding At least i keep on trying. I WONT LET DOWN until dreams i stop DENYing
If it's not your calling It becomes your ambition defying fate in a cataclysm. The firmness of purpose has become my prison. the bars are blinding on the back of my eyelids.. bars of notes when i blink go into hiding and i go into silence
I write them then "like" them its my only kinda voice... i try... but it doesn't mean i have any choice
Like a ghost at most to my obvi- blogged obsession I'm only half a host- I'm content too
It's a confession...
I would boast but I'm not boastful, i fear im much much too hopeful- and notable a won't pull thru. but push and pull aren't my role dude.
If it's not your calling It becomes your ambition defying fate in a cataclysm. The firmness of purpose has become my prison.
the bars are blinding on the back of my eyelids.. bars of notes when i blink go into hiding and i go into silence
The firmness of my person is the trails of the gypsies, it can be tracked back it just a bit tricky
You can track me down and you can even trap me. you can't make me perform or become entrancing.
It's so happens- its a rather rare privilege i'd rather you not try to rely on a mental image.
only i know what i envisioned to mind the music in myself- has become my mission
If it's not your calling It becomes your ambition defying fate in a cataclysm. The firmness of purpose has become my prison.
the bars are blinding on the back of my eyelids.. bars of notes that when i blink go into hiding and i hide in the quiet
secretly i seek out some of the silence, then in my head that "Voice" comes back with a violence
just shouting the reminders of how i was con into compliance cautiously i keep hiding, my fear i keep on fighting, one day I'll stop abiding At least i keep on trying. I WONT LET DOWN until dreams i stop DENYing
If it's not your calling It becomes your ambition defying fate in a cataclysm. The firmness of purpose has become my prison. the bars are blinding on the back of my eyelids.. bars of notes when i blink go into hiding and i go into silence
(Not so) Daily Dabble: Searched
one, i want to start doing what I'm calling the (Not so) Daily Dabble: where i will rant muhahaha... welcome to the first edition :3
Two, TalKATive Talent is really taking off... If you haven't seen it i have a link up ^^THERE^^ click it. So far i have only done two pieces and one of them was free; Even though I'm handing out free art, people still aren't bitting! I have to practically beg to let me do the art to begin with. (I still have artwork I made for An Artist that I'm pretty sure he doesn't want)
Lastly, my favorite find when i searched myself was this "Tag Cloud" box that i couldn't figure out ( much less want to) where it was getting its data but the only two words that were associated with myself where Katita and Eclipse. Not to mention the only other out of place thing i saw was OF COURSE The Pocono Record:{..I will be forever haunted (Assholes)
Three, Much like yesterday's post I am doing quite random of things because I haven't hacked Photoshop yet. There for, I have been wasting my time and downloading torrents that literally take hours to complete. Today I decided to network TalKATive Talent on FB's "Networked Blogs" (which is a pretty decent little App) and to search myself (and other people i know) on Google (and other search engines {yes the Google Qween uses other engines... =p}). I do this quite often because I have seen Google destroy people's opportunities... e.i. The Power of Google! Point being: I noticed something... For being a prime example of what demographers refer to the younger generations as: a "Content Creator", I still have little no hits when searched online =}=}=}=}=}
12.15.2011
picture my day!
i can't remember anything about this account...
12.12.2011
12.10.2011
12.09.2011
Timeless Eternity
1,100 words.... but charlie is sick... so here's a sneak peak enjoy!
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Timeless Eternity
by Keara Fey {my pen name}
Part One: Part 1
Chapter One
Din
Silence, all she wanted was some sweet
sweet silence. It seemed to Emi that this din would never die. Sitting,
with her legs drawn close to heart, in a stall of the girls lavatory.
The Florescent lights flicker frantically as her attention is forced in
the direction of the bathroom door being open. Quite as stale air, Emi
tried to wipe away excess snot without a sound. "Don't find me, I'm not
here" Emi thought as loud as she could like that could effect the
outcome.
A gaggle of giggling girls push into the small rust
colored bathroom. "Did you hear that Emi girl beat up a boy again?" The
comment caught Emi off guard, and listened harder. "Yeah, I saw it...
She really hurt him this time"the words found her ear; followed closely by "She
kinda scares me... What? I'm not scared she'll hurt me, I just think
she is different and creepy". The murmurs muddled as the mob moved into
the hallway.
Following the rest of what was left of the sound, Emi's
hand slipped. Landing her face first into the porcelain. "Owww" Emi
yells at the toilet "stupid seat" slapping the seat cover sending surges
of even more pain up her arm. Pulling her arm back a bit too far back
she whacks her elbow on the door, busting it open and tripped backwards;
all in a few un-graceful seconds.
For a few minutes, while laying in the untold grossness of
the off green bathroom tiles, Emi could make out what she thought was a
cat-boy. As sudden as the sight was, she shook it out of her head
faster. "I don't need to add crazy to my resume" she giggled to herself.
Pulling herself up, pushing out the door and purveying the empty halls
for the avoided adult figures. Maneuvering
through the masses. Emi left the school grounds and entered what she
assumed would be some safety from the gossipy teachers.
#
With such a swelled ego around her
daughter, Ann easily assumed that Emi had just recently gotten away with
something. "So how was school?" she said in that sing-song way. Ann was
mostly happy most of the time but when she wasn't Emi noticed her
mother seemed like she had never seen happiness in her whole life. It
often annoyed Emi that her mother was so positive. She wondered if she
knew what the town's people said about her. Did she know she was the
town's joke?
"Fine" emi finally pulled off responding through her daze.
"Just fine, Emilia?" the interrogation was initiated, in spite of the
great stealth Emi had taken to hide the ever more purple bruise right
below her brow. "Yeah, it was great: preppy
girls, over controlling teachers and crappy food... just a common day,
mom". "Well if that is all... Oh well at least you only have to be there
during the day. If you lived in England you would be sent off to live
at school...oh...what..torture" anne said in a chuckle causing Emi's
frustration to send her fleeing to her room.
Sunk into her bed, Emi sighs away that slight-tight tear
like feeling behind her eyes. She slowly drifted off to the humming of
her mother and the smell of some "great" meal swirling all around her
head.
Chapter Two
Deceptions are Deserving
Like a shake awake from a sweet deep
sleep; Emi had no idea what was going on. "Am I falling? Or floating? Am
I still dreaming?" Emi finally either found or forged the courage to
open her eyes. The only real explanation available of what she was
seeing was all around her blurred pictures as she passed them fast. The
second that she saw it, it stopped. Hitting her hinney hard off a damp
yet stiff ground.
Haunting scenes rush back to Emi (that is if they had ever
really been there to begin with). The actuality of her memories were
un-believeable; meaning she didn't believe them: not a bit. She sat in
the spot she was dropped, remembering a black and white TV land like
reality . "I must be crazy" the sentence slipped from her mouth as she
saw her mom turn into a soulless carcass right out of reach of where her
memory would take her.
For the first time she lost her interest in these impossible
day-dreams she must be having and focused on her where-abouts. No light
could be seen between the thickness of the woods that surround her.
Compared to her recent color absent thoughts, this place popped with
vivid beautiful tones. "Yep, I have lost it" Emi saw no reason to not
talk to herself seeing as she was now insane.
Attracted like a magnet, Emi drew in closer to the most
awe inspiring thing she was sure she had ever seen. In all honesty, It
was a mire flower found in a clearing of the tangled trees. As the
intensity of the flower powered over Emi, an interesting thing began to
happen: It bloomed before her. Beyond any knowledge of magic and logic
known to the young girl. By the time the flower opened, Emi would have
been more than pleased with only the sight but between the pedals laid a
shiny drop... "What could this be?...".
Pinched between her forefinger and thumb was seized a
simple pale whit pearl necklace. Emi was over taken by a flood of
emotion. First sad at some one's loss of the pearl, then appreciative,
finally staying at a weird paranoia of someone else's prying eyes on
"her" pearl. She placed it around her neck and hid it securely beneath
her blouse. Even going as far as peaking behind her shoulder (just in
case).
#
Emi tried to see thru the darkness the
wood had in mid day. She couldn't make out where she managed to fall
from. She settled on doing exactly opposite of what her mother had
taught her: "stay put and wait to be found... do you here me?", setting
off toward a shard of sunlight. Until she stepped out of the deep dark
and dense, and out into what she perceived as the Loony bin they must
have sent her. She was halted right then and there by the singing that
sprawled outward from this small gingerbread looking town. Turning even
more terrifying with every turn, Emi decided she would take all of this in.
One by one she pretended these people where normal. She
calmly explained each time and with every "peppy" person came the same
response "But, why would you want to leave this place?" She had once
dismissed the idea of a Disney land destination; After the peppy song
these people sang, Emi swore she could handle any poor soul in costume.
Chapter Three
Doing Only Good
Chapter Four
Denail and Doorways
Chapter Five
Dense deffense
Chapter Six
Deffening Silence
Chapter Seven
Discover the Differences
Part Two: Part 2
Chapter Eight
Curious Confusion
Chapter Nine
Caught and Cut off
Chapter Ten
cackling Cage
Chapter Eleven
Clear the Causes
Chapter Twelve
Cleared and Calculated
Part Three: Part 3
Chapter Thirteen
Bout to bound
Chapter Fourteen
Between Better and Bruised
Chapter Fifteen
Blind to the babble
Chapter Sixteen
Battle, Bands and "Brotherhood"
<<<<>>>>
practice ^^ (pearl)
With only just an urgency; see ill surely be forgotten
if my face ain't found like the rest who are flaunted Ready with fresh rhymes, all i hear are pretty rotten
The beat, the bump, the bass: this music i got caught in
Sweet: I'm candy wrapped up in rapping to keep it new to the world! I'd like to think of me as dirt amongst pink... eventually pressure will sure press me into a pearl
if my face ain't found like the rest who are flaunted Ready with fresh rhymes, all i hear are pretty rotten
The beat, the bump, the bass: this music i got caught in
Sweet: I'm candy wrapped up in rapping to keep it new to the world! I'd like to think of me as dirt amongst pink... eventually pressure will sure press me into a pearl
FOR THE LOVE 4
once again proves that Hip Hop is more than just music!
Featuring:
CCS Crew
Marley B
Mossferatu
K.O.D.
CB Project
Eternal
Pauly Styles
Black One
And a Few Surprises!
We Ask for you to either bring a 5 dollar donation, or a item from Casa De Los Ninos' Wishlist, which can be seen at http://www.casadelosninos.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/holiday-wishlist-2011.pdf proceeds will go to Casa De Los Ninos.
21 and up
See You There, and happy holidays
12.08.2011
Apple wants to Out date the economical!
There is no Flash update for this OS...
This is fairly new to me... but i haven't been online in a while... but this is cruel... out-dating the most inexpensive computers apple has... ={
12.04.2011
Google Music
so i have been paitently waiting for this... BUT i was starting to think it was a myth... how much cooler could google get?
=[ poor charlie
curing charlie has proven harder then ever... it has no extra memory card slot, i have a third party card that is 333 ghz and i keep encountering Kernel Panics.. those are fun... fuck
12.03.2011
Babes to blog about...
So im sitting in a room where two one digit midgets {did you get it?} tell me that they have facebook... i went NOT_UH O.O... it really shouldn't be that surprising really. If AOL wasn't dial up when i was 9 fuck I would have had an AIM_NAME too..... but they topped themselves when they told me 1. they claim to be 26 years old and 2. they have a 4 YEAR OLD niece that is also connected...
IN 2008 i wrote a 10 page research assignment that i can't remember what it was called for the life of me but, the point is the question i wished to answer was whether or not children are getting Lazier or Smarter because of technology... 10 Page paper, 15 sites sited, 2 books, and a youtube video.
IN 2008 i wrote a 10 page research assignment that i can't remember what it was called for the life of me but, the point is the question i wished to answer was whether or not children are getting Lazier or Smarter because of technology... 10 Page paper, 15 sites sited, 2 books, and a youtube video.
BEST PART it SURPASSED all my Predictions =}
The out come wasn't either but it wasn't neither neither (pronounced in my mind as nither neether... lol)! It was both....
Because from either birth or a very early age (ever since GENERATION X) we where handed and taught to handle technological resources around us, so in return we have become lazy... or maybe we're smarter for mastering said resources? The monks of the first colleges would be out raged by Mass printed material in modern libraries just as the old farts today bitch about us being lazy... muhahahahah...
A VERY HAUNTING HOROSCOPE...
It's time to look at a precedent you have set and what can be done
to free you from it. For a long time, you have fulfilled an obligation
with no qualms or quibbles. In true Capricorn style, you have never let a
certain individual down. The time appears to have come though for you
to assess how you are benefiting from your constant support of someone.
Perhaps it's time they stood on their own two feet. Perhaps that's a
discussion you're likely to have soon.
10/20/10
10/20/10
Hey kido,
mom
Just
wanted to tell you that I think it is a complete cop out for you to
dump everything on me and run to Gregg's. And What the Fuck is he
thinking having a 20-year-old girl living with him like this?!?!? I
don't know if you are fucking him or not, but that's what everyone
thinks from this side of the world. Anyway, I am still willing to help
you out (I always was), as long as you are making some sort of effort to
do something for yourself. I have changed a lot of things since you
took off like you did. You need to really think hard about what you are
doing hun. I love you bunches & bunches, that's why I can't sit by
and watch you throw away your life.
10/21/10
YO MOMZ,
hes a daddy, facebook is worth more than a birth certificate now a daze
sticks and stones may break my bones
but whips and chains excite me
so pull me down chain me up and
SHOW ME THAT YOU LOVE ME
p.s. Its used to be love until, i stopped giving hickeys and the shit in the air will melt your face
FUCK U MOM
you know ill never have sloppy seconds
just like
KYE
KYEKYE=SUSHI
dont fuck with the qween of google
➪K➫A➬t➭
hes a daddy, facebook is worth more than a birth certificate now a daze
sticks and stones may break my bones
but whips and chains excite me
so pull me down chain me up and
SHOW ME THAT YOU LOVE ME
p.s. Its used to be love until, i stopped giving hickeys and the shit in the air will melt your face
FUCK U MOM
you know ill never have sloppy seconds
just like
KYE
KYEKYE=SUSHI
dont fuck with the qween of google
➪K➫A➬t➭
terrible part is it's not nonsensical gribberish...
it still makes perfectly secret sense to me
SO SOCIETY YOU CAN SUCK IT!
Amazing Days....
So in the last three days I have acquired my apple laptop, wrote my first article in months, Sold my first product for peoples imports, saved a band from their "jam" session, made a fan page, started my .gif animation of the Heaven's Gators album drawing, started (1,115 words in) my children's book and others and really a lot more....
12.02.2011
INDIGATOR (=Indigo kids+ Heaven's Gators)
http://www.reverbnation.com/indigokids
http://soundcloud.com/indigokids520
http://soundcloud.com/moss-orion
Trent's Soundcloud
myspace!!!
ode-school...
what's different dealing with tonight...
mood complete 180 having a shitty day went from really bad to really good.
"ESCAPE THE PRISON PLANET" preston personaly distracted most of the handful of attendants with a curious instrument... from the should be called musical interacti-expression theatre
JUST TEMPORARY!!!!:
(GOOD VIBES) telepathic hip-hop connection music, dream and lives are inter woven... lyrics are actually god's thought does that mean god talks to you or you're god all credit should be given to god even if it's not your calling it becomes your passion. it is a higher calling... upset about 8 sudience members we had so strange shows but this one was strange in a good way people's imports is a Vibrational ...store..... Sun. the 4th @ the hut moss: Lee scracth perry @The rialto trenton: Cake @The rialto the 9th unanimous: Citrus , pressure , and the now no-longer local: vibe leviathan grimey l , mista dave , ephewe"ESCAPE THE PRISON PLANET" preston personaly distracted most of the handful of attendants with a curious instrument... from the should be called musical interacti-expression theatre
Reverse Writers Block (a.k.a. ANNCE RICE IS BEter.. best... bestest!)
The reasons are obvious for the Reverse Writers Block: my technology has arrived...
But in spite of the self discipline having not completely lost myself to the world... but this one is RE-COCK-ULOUS:
A girl PART OF indigo kids FAN BASE named FRANKIE, when hearing my name said:
"IS IT JUST A CONSCIENCE THAT TWO OF YOUR NAMES ARE THE SAME AS TWILIGHT?"
Much more to come, TO BE CONTINUED.....
Necessities
a quiet din in desperation, all the while drugged to assume this the only occasion
wrapt in and around all this addiction saying "it's not my fault; my inflictions"
Im lying to myself, I'm squandering any amount of wealth-
and these squatters junkies are something is its self
what are necessities, when all you think of is that "junk" you need
water, food, shelter, love- give them up to give into the drug honor, trust, kin, warmth- next to that feeling what are they worth?
I was punched in the nose on Christmas day, needle backed up toilet, the junkies made me pay lost my job to the sicken of my habit after that all that happen just added to the nonsensical daily static determined to have "it" until artist is turned addict
water, food, shelter, love- give them up to give into the drug honor, trust, kin, warmth- next to that feeling what are they worth?
what are necessities? what is it you need? that "need" you feed?
Also i been in the mental wing, my memory wringed they despised when i would sing on my own in drive-in how am i hone all these have-beens? shunned to where i once dreamed of... in a paradise my punishments i had shoved consoled on by the imaginary love i could feel above
water, food, shelter, love- give them up to give into the drug honor, trust, kin, warmth- next to that feeling what are they worth?
only everything you've wanted from birth....
what are necessities, when all you think of is that "junk" you need
water, food, shelter, love- give them up to give into the drug honor, trust, kin, warmth- next to that feeling what are they worth?
I was punched in the nose on Christmas day, needle backed up toilet, the junkies made me pay lost my job to the sicken of my habit after that all that happen just added to the nonsensical daily static determined to have "it" until artist is turned addict
water, food, shelter, love- give them up to give into the drug honor, trust, kin, warmth- next to that feeling what are they worth?
what are necessities? what is it you need? that "need" you feed?
Also i been in the mental wing, my memory wringed they despised when i would sing on my own in drive-in how am i hone all these have-beens? shunned to where i once dreamed of... in a paradise my punishments i had shoved consoled on by the imaginary love i could feel above
water, food, shelter, love- give them up to give into the drug honor, trust, kin, warmth- next to that feeling what are they worth?
only everything you've wanted from birth....
12.01.2011
1ST DAY O XMAS!!
For the first day of december (or as i used to perfer it to be called:Xmas) I finally received my new laptop, in which I had already named Charlie.
This machine is beautiful... It's TINY!! I went to the post man and demanded my computer. I was going to hunt him down if he had not had it (and do very mean things to him). Obviuosly he had had it as well as Daltin's package from his madre. Daltin's package was tiny and HEAVY and my package was huge and weighed about half as much. LOL.
My Charlie has Leopard OS and I'm not used to the fancy-ness yet but i used to have this system SO!
This machine is beautiful... It's TINY!! I went to the post man and demanded my computer. I was going to hunt him down if he had not had it (and do very mean things to him). Obviuosly he had had it as well as Daltin's package from his madre. Daltin's package was tiny and HEAVY and my package was huge and weighed about half as much. LOL.
My Charlie has Leopard OS and I'm not used to the fancy-ness yet but i used to have this system SO!
| Charlie B. Barkin | All dogs go to Heaven |
| Charlie Brown | Peanuts |
| Charlie Wilson | "There Goes My Baby"[1] was named the #1 Urban Adult Song for 2009 in Billboard Magazine. |
| Charlie Sheen/Harper | The funnies asshole i know |
| Charlie Rose | T |
| Table Cell | Table Cell |
| Table Cell | Table Cell |
| Table Cell | Table Cell |
| Table Cell | Table Cell |
| Table Cell | Table Cell |
| Table Cell | Table Cell |
| Table Cell | Table Cell |
| Table Cell | Table Cell |
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