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."

BikeRides&Paint

I've realized my deficiencies. Ive seen the things that make me weak. And the things that make me strong. My eyes aren't like your eyes, and yours aren't like mine, but you know what that's okay. when you look at a rainbow you see a pot of gold at the end of it. When i look at it, i see it connecting the moon and the sun, two lost lovers always on opposite sides from each other. You take the three day road trip to Mexico and we take the 10 hour bike ride on the land bridge from Florida. We see ourselves as artist.


The world is our canvas and our love is the paint.

Like a Leviathan

I was just like you. Nothing more but a pitiful and spiteful fool. you now are just a pathetic cashier waiting for a way out but you know you will never take it if it came. i do not feel sorrow for you for you are weak and alone. Through false happpines you get thru the day, you make them laugh and they se what you let them see.
You manipulate their eyes and there visions showing them the truth that things are never really what they seem. I was once like you, I was once like ME.
But now i am like the leviathan. Ever thrashing in the ocean playing games with God. Like the ocean i am deep and unknown. Like God i am all power.

It's what they call it

A revolution is what they call it. A point in time where things turn for better or for worst. A country can have a revolution, just as a person can. Despite the people i've met and the things I've been through I have yet to experience my revolution. But awhile ago i was much more naive and foolish than i am now. I was afraid of the ideas i had and of expressing them i was afraid to be myself, to be happy. But in the strangest and most likely of places i found my key, my spark. slowly i am on my way to knowing that there is good in myself just as there is good in this world that i live on. One day soon I'll be able to find the lock on my heart and my mind that this key will unlock. And who knows? Maybe that will lead to the revolution of the world.

With wings of seven we can reach Heaven

"How about you write about Levia?"

thats what they asked me. To tell them about the inner workings of my soul that i still did not fully understand. To ask someone about the very thing they hate but they know they can not live without, is as if they want me to suffer....

"theres not much that can be said. He is, to say the least, what keeps me going. the thing that keeps me alive no matter how many hits i take no matter how many wounds a sustain. a blessing really. But he is also the thing that has destroyed my life that has killed men in defiance to what i want. all and all, he is my soul and i hate him."

True, it is strange how someone could "hate" there soul. But this wasn't the entire truth. I also loved that he had been awakened. If it wasn't for him this futile effort would be a lost cause. with each sentence that i write i miss her. i miss the friend i lost. but i feel her, her soul is tugging me towards some greater truth. A truth that if found, could disinagrate the lies that i walk on.

dont you wonder how it makes ME feel?

Lately ive felt as if i was a vessel...
like all the hate and anger and sadness from the world is being directed at me. i know im probably imagining it.
but that doesnt stop me from feeling it, just because you know someone is wrong it doesnt give you the right to bring them down. i know its tiring to listen to someone complain time and time again.
but isnt that wat friends are for? to be there when they cant stand it anymore?
i feel so forgotten, my best friends happiness was always important to me... i just thought she felt the same way.