The snow is in shorts and I in sweaters; Spain is worth the bundle.
Every time I lose my shit, BT is there.


Everyone wants to be a bird but they don't realize they already are because they're alive.



best f+ I ever made


office open
work hard play hard this is my favorite color in spain they teach you to wear # colors together. going to a funeral 2day... <3 --Art(0)
1409 the highlighter saved my life. No black w/o sun kids! Off to the POOL¡
My poetry saved my life. No one came to the hospital. At least not my family. They still don't even know¡ Reverse culture shock feels like suicide! if you're going to use another language, SPELL IT OUT! and use whatever colors you need 2 , 2 get here. Balance in EVERYTHING?!@#$%^&*()_+ is not explicit LEARN (¡¡¡READ!!!)                                                                                                 respect for life! you have a voice here but you MUST use a color with that black and if you see red...switch to yellow to get to green and go to the pool because you need water. ¡¡¡HIDRATE!!! The only way to get to green is through color!!! If you MUST use black, where it w/yellow and red. Wave your flags freaks, 'cause we're going live and we're in COLOR. y punto...this is not black ink I am using, it's indigo for a reason...breathe UNDER WATER AND YOU RETURN TO EARTH. WAKE UP KIDS! YOU'RE ALIVE!!! AND I'M CELEBRATING THAT WITH YOU TODAY! LET'S GO TO THE POOL!!! !!! !!! IF YOU ARE AFRAID, COUNT TO 10 THEN JUMP IN THE WATER. NEVER BE AFRAID TO JUMP

                                                                        THE SECOND YOU ARE AFRAID JUMP IN THE ¡WATER! OR -1one minute late and you're drowningy punto.don't forget the flippers. It took the color white to get me into my cup of coffee this morning. --Alicia 

 art(e) underconstruction:seegreatawake.blogspot.comstaytunedformusicupdateshereyoucanread#3X9FOOD! you are what you eat, you are what you listen to, you are everything that you do. LISTEN TO THE LYRICS KIDS AND CALL ME IF YOU EVER NEED ANYTHING! YOU HAVE MY # PEACE OUT!!WHITE IS THE ONLY WAY OUT listen to your ghosts and dont be afraid of them. you are your own ghost. your reflection is your ghost. stop looking in the mirror and start looking into your heartsif i had enough energy in me to pray for you all evening you have enough to ALWAYS listen to the lyrics.


You're not the only artist that has made it that has gone through this. Love yourself and this journey! ;)



A day of nines.



Is it night? Because 222AM means 222 in the MORNING! Just a thought...


Quiero saber que estás vivo.



DO NOT(!):
-Unplug (see The Walk (short)(I can touch it from here, and only from here. Connected. Plugged in. With music streaming live. Electricity. Phone charged. Internet up. My father on the other end, knowing. Yes. I can touch it from here. I can touch you. I’m not afraid of you; from here I am not afraid of you ever again. As I prepare to go home for the 3(rd) time in one year, this time to stay, I know I couldn’t do it any other way. I couldn’t write it. Couldn’t speak it. And I must, to survive; To keep my blood blue. ...the movement of little women. We are strong, but we are a fragile package making its way north, where poetry still adorns the lips of love. I can write from here; yes, amongst crystals and electric people; but of life (y punto)


Closing the door now (Thank you, Stephen! [On Writing]). Up next: A Grammy Sermon, --Arte



I am missing Madrid right now. Mmm (closes eyes). Madrid. God I loved living there. Loved it because I hated it so much. It pushed me so far (to the edge). And I survived. How could you not love a place like that? A place that you suffer so much you stop enjoying it; start living as a hobby to keep from blowing your brains out. One day, is better than none. Take your Saturday and don’t numb yourself(!), do what scares you! Shake yourself up a bit; Get those snow globe flakes to fly! Look yourself in the mirror and say “I’m going to be honest today.” And do it! (Just make sure you do it happily!) Go to the top of the mountain and really scream! Until the relief is REAL! Until you, are real. Then breathe in and out for the first time since you were probably a kid. Then thank the sky that you're still alive!
Then, most importantly,
       laugh about


              of it

                        <3 --Arte  

P.S. I miss you, Madrid. I really do. See you hopefully next summer!

Writing Party (uma)

It’s 7am in Chicago. Why does that make me smile?

love you into becoming.

George Carlin just told me to write it in ink & in blue. Sir-yes-sir!

Thank you so much that I haven’t lost my sense of humor!

I keep feeling for my fro man, this is bad!

No one’s listening, so I’ll write.

I’m struggling in front of everyone.

Is it legal to think?

I have to practice what I’m supposed to do everyday.

I can’t believe I’m still alive!

Do not hide healthy!



love you into becoming.



The pinecone reigns!