Wonkavision

Indiscriminately the most important word in the world. Wonkavision is merely normal vision. The difference is that the word is combined and you get high off of it. Yes yes very obscene but at the same time very much necessary. For the truth is how else would you describe a feeling of life and death? One word that describes two opposite words. Life, a feeling with multiple feelings. Love, joy, fun, sad, happy, anger, and peace. All words that contradict themselves if placed under the right situations. So to feel life is to feel all emotions at once which is to feel oblivion. The state of being completely unknown or forgotten, to yourself and to those around you. Death, for your soul and mind to be released from your body. To never feel an emotion again, this will, of course, in time be forgotten and unknown to you. This is to feel everything, this is to feel nothing, this is Wonkavision.

The wonderful world of Lemus

A place where the brim of our minds is the beginning of yours. where bridges connect our souls to one another where emotions are shared. I am a black wedding photographer. a chiropractor. a sleepyhead. an eyeball in your nose. a nose piercing in your eyebrow. a brain fart from your heart. where losing my mind is the end of conformed society life and where to love is to evolve.



(a memoir to all the Lemus's of the world)

Barbie Theory

first off let me start by apologizing. I realize that i have not yet spoken of a theory since i started i guess a got caught up in myself. maybe ill bring that back in another world so lets give a nice cheer for the return enlightenment.

when you were a little girl or boy didn't you play with barbie and ken? of course when you were young you would compare yourself to them. for girls you wished to be blond pretty and skinny. For boys you wanted to be well sculpted. Of course as you realized that if you did not meet these standards you were unacceptable in society. But here's the kicker. Ken didn't have a penis and Barbie didn't have a vagina or nipples! If i was a little girl i would feel like a freak of nature have this slit between my legs wondering if i was the only one. And even worst for the dudes. to have this lump of something where ken, Americas example of a perfect body, has a lump of nothing! So i urge you to destroy these foul toys before your daughters learn how to sew and your sons find the kitchen knife.

keep me in for the ride

sometimes I'm so tired, I can't sleep,
so worried, that i smile,
so happy, i cry,
and so afraid that i take the jump.
I do all these things because i am weak. And it will always get to me. Even though i fail everyday it never crosses my mind to give up. I was always under the impression that i have all the time in the world. but each day that i give in to my weakness is another day that i lose something dear to me. But my idea is that i must let go of what I'm afraid to lose. All ideas are bulletproof i just hope this one is foolproof. What to do what to do. Not everything comes naturally i find the most insightful thing i have is my mind when i listen but tthe truth is i always ignore because it is telling me things I don't want to hear. but for you i will hear an listen, even though i wont speak the words to you ever probably, but you speak the words that destroy my mind, and the looks that burn my eyes, and the voice that keeps me alive.

now publishing: tus suenos

Through the rainbows through the clouds,

through the night through the prowls,

I find life running across my lenses,

and now the army of fire lines, is beginning to cross this wolf pack of lies,

and I, want to be apart of those who died, dyeing there hair, to rebel against there parents strife,

but I, don't wanna live, where living is in my imagination trapped in a world of unexplanations take a dagger to the mind!

And surely you'll find me on the other side.

11:11

i wish to be fixed mentally and physically. i wish for my best friend to love me like before. i wish to be at peace with myself and the world.

WhyDot.fin

I want my happiness. I want to smile at the girl i love. I want to be accepted. I want to be found.

To lose weight to gain strength. To be smart and dart across a football field. I want the dark to leave i want the font to leap of the page the light to penetrate through my soul and open my eyes to see the aura of the secret crier next to me the happiness of the once virgin girl the depression of the lost first child of an unmarried horse faced women and to stare at god in the eyes from mount Everest so that he may here me when i ask,

"why."