The Secrets of the Yin-Yang...

We all have things about which we refuse to discuss...
Not all of it is negative.. we just don't discuss it.
There's no real need to.
Some things are too precious to share.
Like Cinderella... If you tell your dreams they won't come true.
And, in opposition, if the world never knows your nightmares, they'll never judge you or know your weakness.
I have found staying quiet and being open enough is good.
It sets a certain safety function for people to accept you, while it also adds mystery.
Even when the closest people to you think you're open book, only you know what you truly are.

It's a special bond you build with yourself. We all know.. two can keep a secret is one of them is dead... just like the song... but the best part about having an inner friendship with the person you're obligated to spend time with everyday is ... You both know your secrets and love each other anyway...

This is the problem with relationships.. People jump into them before they have this bond with themselves and then BOOM ... failure because no one can love you as much as you love yourself.
And I'm no relationship expert.. I'm probably the epitome of what NOT to date... but... I will say through my MANY observations... it's best to keep somethings to yourself.

Some of these secrets are adventures I've had with other people and the best part about it.. is I will always share these special times with these individuals and no one else will ever know about it except us two. [or three if you consider my inner self as a third party, which I like to do]

And NO ONE can take these memories away from me. I love them. Some were more meaningful than others... like driving down Broadway at 3 am, blasting music on our way to hang in grandma's garage. And dancing in front of cars drunk off our ass at 2 pm during rush hour on Los Feliz. These are times I'll never forget.. times I'll always miss and time that made me who I am and helped me decided what I truly want... to be free.

We get stuck in our minds and judge ourselves and take the world too seriously. Lighten the fuck up! But don't be a fucking moron either. Life is real. And when you're stupid, life will be the first one to let you know when the lightening up needs to be grounded... like a hatchet to your skull, a bat to your face. You'll be hit when you go to far. But don't ever let the judgement of others stop you... just be willing to take the consequences up the ass. You might like it....

At the end of it all, I'm full of shit too. You don't have to listen to me... You do you.. Let's talk when you're done.

Beautiful people are created. By hurt and loss and recovery... you can be a hurt person and become a complete asshole. A bitter bitch. A negative "Oh, god, shut the fuck up" kind of person... or you can become beautiful... because you've seen the shiny, happy people side of life, and you've seen the I'll never do/become/know that side of life and you find a happy balance between the greatness and fuckery of it all. It's liberating when you do and then when you combine that with a fearlessness you've developed from saving yourself, there's really nothing else that can stop you except yourself.

So, accept yourself.. you're the only one that has to put up with your shit for the rest of your life so... learn to love it. Cuz it's all you got!

-L.A.

The City of Broken Dreams...

It's a place called home.

If you don't know this place, I suggest you visit sometime. 

Beneath the hottest clouds live the coldest rejections. 

Beneath the coldest rejections live the hardest workers. 

They live in this city; a city home - my home city. 

Home is described in this town as your life.  It is everything you are.  You are everything it is.  It is an attachment unlike any other.  No mother can compare to the electric fire flies lighting up the night, throughout the land below, viewed from Mulholland Drive.  

From the nice cars, big houses, and packed freeways during rush hour... to iconic museums, great food, night time city lights and entertainment to fill every waking corner of every inch it kisses.  

Young women give up their small, Tennessee lives to dance two times as a background performer in a popular television show. Young men move into vans, and play in a band on stage, with their best friends, at every venue possible, until they are offered three minutes and 45 seconds of radio time on a local station no one listens to.  

This is the dream.  It makes some and breaks most.  It's the City of Broken Dreams... The only way to make it here is by never giving up.   

It's a place where magic happens.   Where stars share the same street corners and coffee mugs, where writers isolate, where singers become divas, where artists get weird, where the invisible find drugs, and where the homeless find a place to live.  

This home  is powerful. The strongest kill themselves and the weakest become nothingness.  

This home is alive! It has the ability to devour you.  To chew you up and spit you out;  to completely transform everything you've ever done to complete yourself. 

This home is an anomaly.  You hate it here.  But you can't leave it behind.  You always come back for more.  It is the beast and you are its beauty.  It makes your existence beautiful while also taking away your mere existence.   

Without it, you die inside. 

No one knows your given name at home.  You create your name.  You're given a name here.  You own it, become it, breathe it.  

The best thing about this city home, is its mystery.  Its magnetism.  It draws everyone in, at least once.  Some people can handle the kick it leaves in your mouth, and the cowards run for the only comforts they'll ever know.  

It doesn't matter what you wear, how much you make, the color of your skin, what's between your legs, what you fuck, feel, fathom, father.... there's a place for you at home.  

Where the outdoors come inside,  where the best is underground, there is no place like my city home.  The City of Broken Dreams...

-London. Alyssa.

The Transition...

This phrase has developed so many connotations over the last 5 years. 

I'd like to begin by saying this is, like, a New Era of Lund3on

A lot has happened over the last few years...

Allow me to introduce myself:

I am Lund3on.
An artist.
A thinker.
A person.
A lover.
A writer.
A blogger.
A doer.
A taster.
A facer.
An opinion.

This is going to be the documentation of my life as I progress into a new chapter/ new era/ new decade/ new everything...of my life.

Sharing my experiences, opinions, reflections, choices, possible plans, and other perspectives from the life of a real LIVE artist...

The Basics
I am in my early 30's now.
Originally from a little place called Los Angeles, CA ... I moved to San Diego County about 2.5 years ago in hopes of being able to start somethings over and save money in the process..
I wanted to begin a real art career and live with family while I saved money and began a new segment of awesomeness.....

Well, like you'll see if you are ever reading about my past... my life NEVER goes as planned.

The Purpose
I am creating/continuing this blog, to document my adventure after multiple counts of failure.... and after finally deciding to really begin the transformation of my lifetime [again].

The Author
I am no perfect being.  I am pathetic at times, very stubborn, super weird, creative, honest, and I don't make friends easily.
I have a strong personality with weird taste, and I have a really awesome ability to see the beauty in the most broken, fucked up things.

I love Mondays... and yes people hate me for that.
I love mornings... people hate me for this too...
I love working out [even though I'm super fat right now]... [So typically no one believes me when I say this]
I love writing, music, art, and reading, but mainly all things weird, dark and creative.
I'm super open to talking to people.  I love talking!

The Most Recent 

NOTE: 

As an artist... you may find your self to be misunderstood, irritable, confused, and a major control freak/perfectionist. 

I have this strange thing that happens to me when I am fucked with in anyway:
Subconsciously, do what your brain wants,  while your conscious mind thinks it's in control.
Work harder to please your fuckery and become a necessity... then disappoint them to the point of no return....because I'm too loyal for my own good.

So, I guess it's like I mentally torture myself by staying too long in a place where I am not appreciated... I don't even realize I'm doing until I'm reflecting back on reasons why...


Most people say... that's everywhere....

I've never experienced anything like this in my life. 
Great perks at a grand price.
Get a lot of things you wish for, dream of, or want... but for your dignity, pride, and any confidence you've ever built on being your unique self....
Hope you enjoyed me...

Oh, well... win some, lose some... NEXT!!!

Anyway... moving on...


NOTE: 

In order to be successful, Move Forward... 

I hate not working.
I would love be on salary except I don't enjoy being taken for granted if I work for another bs company... I have value.  And I'm not settling anymore...
I would love to create my own salary..

I have a shit ton of direction.
I have energy big enough to stop a train.
I have a list of ideas long enough to last a life time.

I painted and drew for 5 days straight and posted on social media for these 5 days after I was fired.
I went from 415ish followers to 515 followers on one network site.. and received MANY likes on all of the pictures I posted..

People loved it! I love that they loved it!
It shows me what I need to do.  I need to commit to being the shit! Lol. 
I need to commit to my passion. My dreams. My goals.

I stopped posting to take care of a clutter problem I've developed since I've move 3 times in 2 years on minimal time due to full time job and other obligations... I have dropped in followers and notifications since... but I'm not worried...  I've got a few things cooking on the back end over here...

Within those 5 days, I had a friend reach out to me to buy an original painting I have for $300.

5 fucking days!

My momentum has slowed and has redirected itself to some other important things I need to clear up before I completely overwhelm myself... but at least I have a great idea about what it takes to build my dream come true!

I'm so happy I have finally seen the light the midst of all my darkness.

I'm excited to see what the future brings.. good and bad.

If you have read through this whole thing.. I apologize and thank you equally.

I hope you come again!
I hope I've inspired you, made you laugh or bored you!
Follow me on Social Media for more of my personality and for more insight into my New Old World!

Thank you, again!

-Lund3on

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