Estefania

mug shot

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 21:04:35 -0700

dust bowl

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 21:04:03 -0700

Steinbeck knew what he was talking about..

eye of the tiger

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 21:01:30 -0700

rawr.

i'm the new edie

Fri, 04 May 2007 01:32:57 -0700

look out warhol here i come

Midsentence

Fri, 04 May 2007 01:31:31 -0700

O Clementine

Fri, 04 May 2007 01:25:55 -0700

How happy is the blameless vessle's lot! / The world forgetting, by the world forgot / Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! / Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.

ha!

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 01:27:29 -0700

ngakwami

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 01:27:22 -0700

A drawing I did.

V-town

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 01:25:08 -0700

i love where I live

Ah...hume

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 01:25:06 -0700

miss them

No one mourns the wicked.

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 01:21:03 -0700

and no...i did not paint myself, it's called Photoshop people

carnivale

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 01:20:08 -0700

soft.

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 01:17:46 -0700

The Rescue of Juliet

Tue, 29 May 2007 20:14:11 -0700

I've always been Juliet, waiting languorously in my tower for my Romeo to rescue me from the Capulets. I never used to mind. In fact, I've enjoyed waiting in my tower, it's what I do. I'm not the kind of person that throws their heart on every table that comes their way, but rather the kind that imprisons it inside my iron chest. Maybe I'm just picky, or maybe I'm just waiting. Like I said, it's what I do. I never thought that someone other than Romeo would get in the way. But He came that stifling summer and I wouldn't change Him for the world. He may not be Romeo, but He rescued me from my lofty and prideful expectations of life and that's all that matters. I met Him up at Hume Lake Christian Camps for the first time in a long time. Out of all of the pathetically gorgeous male specimens swimming shirtless in the lake, He was kind of hard to notice at first. But one clear night, through the arms of another, He revealed his amazing personality to my humble and naïve human mind, and I knew, from that moment on that the standard was set. He's quiet, and hard to listen to because of it. He's random and makes me laugh. He's the smartest person I know and is constantly dazzling me with his insight. He sees beauty in everything, from penguins to pines. He sees the beauty in me without being creepy. He doesn't want anything else from me except my love, but he's willing to keep on loving me if I stop. He gives the greatest gifts, not to mention hugs. He knows the heart and mind of a woman almost too well. I'm almost positive, through scientific experiment, that he has not an evil bone in his body. I'm falling. Falling head over heels in love with him, and I don't even know his real name. He says his name is many things, in many different languages the world over. I shall only know Him as my Everlasting Friend, Father, Lover, Confider, Provider, my Comforter, and my Rescuer. I can proudly say that I will never return to the frigid House of Capulet again.

T.I.A. (This is Africa)

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 02:54:42 -0700

T.I.A. This is Africa. This is it. Stare at it. You must. You will die. I will find your family. And kill them... Look at it! Face your fear! You are a man now, just like Bemi. Your brother is now a lieutenant. Are you glad to hear it? Or do you wish him dead, like the rest of the government? Good. I am glad you are looking. The medicine has made you strong. Has made you a man. I shall call you, "See me no more" It is easy, my bru. I show you. Your father is dead. Now, hold the trigger. Point. Aim. Shoot. Like 'dat. Good. You are a man. A better man than your father. Forget him. I am your father now. Your "blood" father. Forget him, I say. What is dat glistening on your cheek? Stare at it. Are you afraid? Afraid of death? Look at it! It scares you now that it is in your face, eh? You are not a man... Just a coward son of a bitch. get down. i will not listen. get down. who's next, eh? Over 200,000 child soldiers are being used all over Africa (on both sides of arguments). Countries such as Uganda, Belgian Congo, Mozambique, and others are resorting to the naive minds of children to carry out their pointless arguments. What are they fighting for, really? Their families, their mothers, and brothers, and sisters, and Fathers. But they forget them. Will you let them?