the Fresh Prince

I’m going to burn your world down.

it’s 3am and I’m wide awake, currently sitting on my front porch watching the stars and smoking a cigarette while contemplating the possibility of life forms not of this planet. I’d love to be up with the stars, way, way, way up. Far away, so that way I can look down on the world and all it’s problems. Maybe one day, I’ll stop sweating the small stuff but for right now, hand me a towel and some water because I’m perspiring.

I watched the meteor shower tonight and it left me wondering as to how much is out there that we don’t really know about.

fuck.

poorartists: Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

poorartists:

Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light.

“From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”