tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039421748892113422024-03-13T17:36:41.709-07:00Lund3onArtists are not meant to be understood; we're meant to be appreciated.Lund3onhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06642059256040346733noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503942174889211342.post-87098517795133230052020-10-14T16:44:00.002-07:002020-10-14T16:46:24.209-07:00Neck Elected...<p> Where is the sun? </p><p>I have abandoned this place for a while.</p><p>I have my reasons. </p><p>Good ones. Big ones. </p><p>Over an array of time I have been traveling. Visiting. Busying. Money making, review giving, tragedy spilling, smiling. W O R K I N G. </p><p>Judgement. Cuz I can. Cuz I'm fucking human. Hamun. </p><p>Here's the moon. </p><p>Where to begin? What to say? </p><p>How are you doing, reader? Private Investigator?</p><p>Excuse my elongated leave of absence. I have been preoccupied by the best. THE VERY FUCKING BEST! </p><p>The grand show of all shows. This is the time! The time for music! </p><p>Did you know, the closer you get to the sun, the faster your wings for freedom melt? You can hide by demonstration of precise reflection. A Mirror. Silence. It's incredible. Predictability is best served in a French restaurant. </p><p>Carvinal Cravings. Curious Cavities' piercing stares at the empty land beyond the silver perfection grid made by determined men whose mothers did not care enough, or perhaps cared too much. Depends on the perspective...</p><p>Everything is the show! The Grand Performance! Encore, mother fuckers! </p><p>The beauty entwined with the blackest darkness can liberate the demons from your heart and take you to places beyond this reality. This is real. Although, not every American Dream, can handle it. Breaking free from all the chains. Every single last link is obliterated. </p><p>Complete solitude in the mind, begging for a simple friend who just FUCKING UNDERSTANDS! </p><p>No one understands. They can't. But it doesn't matter. Because the strength grown from the deepest scars on your chest can't kill you, as long as you didn't pay someone to put them there. </p><p>*sigh* She was way too young. [I wish I had coffee with her while I had the chance.]</p><p>2nd chance. </p><p>DON'T FUCK THIS ONE UP! Get it out! Damnit! All of it. Throw it up and chase it with a fucking BASE BALL BAT OF CRAFT!!!!!!! RU N Home. </p><p>But don't run! Cuz we're here now. Here to be. To exist and release, complete the final portion to the empire I was built to conquer. </p><p>For every time you count the stars, be sure to be weary of the cracks in the concrete as you walk through flames and swim through waves. </p><p>-L.A.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BN5eUm2EiHA" width="320" youtube-src-id="BN5eUm2EiHA"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p>Lund3onhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06642059256040346733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503942174889211342.post-61386818213359101812020-05-30T03:22:00.001-07:002020-05-30T03:22:39.724-07:00Spiders are FreeThe itsy bitsy spider teaches us to hang on, and to let go. It isnt very clear which of them you "should" do, because either way, the sun came up, and the spider was back at it, again. The end result, of doing said repetition, was NEVER stated.<br />
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I tend to go back and forth with mine. It's either all or nothing. I'm either deeply angered, loving, social, and silly, or I'm absolutely numb to my core, and a borderline sociopath. </div>
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I've been taking this time during quarantine to get in touch with some things I haven't been able to address while I'm working, living, and doing all the things you do when you aren't quarantined........</div>
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A lot of it was very painful and naturally, when our bodies get hurt, our nerves create a mechanism with our bodies to physically pull away from what ever event is causing us harm. For example: when you burn your hand on the stove, your brain tells your body to move your arm and remove your hand from the blazing stove. </div>
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But lately, I've been feeling like I need to tend to some of these 3rd degree-ers. And I'm not ashamed. In fact, I feel like it's long overdue. I'm not exactly going to go into detail here, but, I will say, that I have neglected some of these wounds caused by certain events, just simply due to not making enough time for myself. </div>
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I often wonder where the rocks go when they need a place to lean because it's not easy for me to confide in people and talk about what's plaguing me, because half of the time I'm too busy to feel it, and the other half of the time, I'm doing things to keep busy so I can just ignore it. </div>
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I found that rocks lean on the very surface that buries them making it difficult to escape. We rely on ourselves. It puts us between a rock and hard place, because we really have to remove ourselves from everything to 1) really get a better picture of what it is we are feeling, and 2) dealing with that emotion in a healthy manner without losing our shit or taking it out on other people. </div>
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Looking back on the last 3 years, since my move to San Diego, really has opened my eyes to things I never saw before. Things that used to be problems are now fixed, but unfortunately the things that didn't need fixing, suddenly became problems. It was shitty trade off, but I learned a lot from it. </div>
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I took L.A. for granted. I was tired. I was afraid. I didn't feel ready. I didn't feel like I had what it took to face my dreams and my independence. I didn't know how to express this to the people around me when they would ask me what was wrong. I just did things. I just acted. I up and moved spontaneously within 1 month. </div>
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As a result I really suffered, because leaving L.A. made me feel like I lost a big part of my soul. Between leaving the opportunities in the art world, and leaving behind so many awesome people, I felt completely alone in this new environment and I wasn't ready for the slower change of pace. </div>
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My entire persona was challenged moving here. My identity, my goals, my dreams, my purpose... all of it was thrown in my face and I was ridiculed for being different and it really challenged me and made me rethink my entire existence. </div>
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No life choice is a perfect choice. It really just depends on how you're able to make the results fit into your life. Life is really about being able to adapt and being able to adapt quickly. The quicker you move on, the better you will become. It's about sacrifice and quickly ridding the things in your life which no longer serve you. The better you get at doing these things, and the faster you bounce back from it all, and the better your life will become. </div>
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When in dark times, make art. <br />
These times take me back to my teen years when I wasn't allowed to go anywhere or do anything unless it was school related. So, I'd often be laying my room, avoiding my family, because that's what all teenagers do, and I'd make art, write, read, go in chat rooms, and even exercise. I would get weird and create things I saw or heard in my mind.<br />
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This has truly livened up a part of myself I frequently neglect when I'm working the typical 9-5 job.<br />
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This is a reminder to me that I need to stop neglecting other primary sides of my persona and get back into my self-expression as an artist. It's a reminder to be consistent and not let the hardship of life get in the way of my heart.<br />
I am an artist to the core; in my words, in my colors, and in my soul. I love every aspect of the arts you can possibly imagine. From music, to theater, to film, to painting, sculpture, dance, and design. I breathe it when I close my eyes every night. It's all I think about.<br />
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We get so focused on chasing the money, that we tend to forget about the passion and execution of the plan, that drove us to get these jobs to begin with. So we go to work, we eat, we exercise, we go home, sleep, shower, repeat. We "don't have the time" ...<br />
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I think we all have to go through our own paths to figure out different parts of ourselves, and learn how to develop our skills in alternate fields before we can become our truest and best forms.<br />
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Taking a sales position was never in my plan or what I thought I needed, but when you can learn how to sell, you can make it in any hustle.<br />
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I don't need to explain myself or justify my choices to anyone but myself, but I will say, that every job I've ever had has taught me a lot about people, myself, money, society, family, friends, and ESPECIALLY business and how to separate all of it.<br />
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You have to look at the glass half full, and even though I have a long way to go, I'm not going to live in despair no matter how hard it gets during these times. <br />
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I have to make the most out of every situation. Sacrifice and Discipline are key! And as an artist you have to be okay with losing everything if you truly love what you do!<br />
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I'm Lund3on. I am a weirdo artist who has been attempting this whole "life" thing... in my own kind of <i>unconventional</i> way... I'm from Los Angeles, CA... but currently live in North County San Diego as of Feb. 2017, due to an impulsive idea that I thought would help prepare me for a faster life in the CITY... Well, the joys of being young and dumb are : You have no idea what the fuck you're talking about, and should probably have gone with your gut instinct, instead of listening to everyone around you, who doesn't live in, or love, THAT CITY... But we're moving forward and making the best out of the time we have here... </div>
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I have recently, completely changed my whole life! I have decided to be happier, healthier, more positive and just over all, BETTER: </div>
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I started hitting the gym 5 days a week since the end of Sept 2019. I also just completed my 90 days as a Sales Rep, on a sales floor, in a store I wont mention here... I have been on a budget and don't have complete access to my kitchen parts, since I live in a tiny backhouse/studio, and have a lot of shit, so instead of completely changing my diet, I just eat once a day! I am also in the process of getting rid of said <i>shit</i>... using inspiration from YouTube personality <i>Jefferee Star</i>'s method of "trash"-ing unneeded, outdated, unfabulous, THINGS!!!!! I already have my first donation pick up arranged and scheduled for Jan 2020... which is already 4 black trash bags full of miscellaneous mistakes from my 20's and move to SAN DIEGO 3 years ago. </div>
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This is a tough ideal to achieve if you're a moping, victim playing, self shaming, sabotaging, hating, negative person! It's not easy... but it REALLY is. Everything in your life is a choice.. including the way you think! So, just shut up and do it! </div>
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I CANNOT describe the excitement I currently feel well enough in words for others to understand, unless you've been here too. I just know that this is the beginning of something big, different, life-changing, and ever lasting! It may be in the direction of art or it may be in sales... either way, my life is changing, and it's all turning around so quickly! </div>
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Even though I currently have absolutely no time or space to create the art I want to sell, the anchor hasn't dropped. I am alternating weekends to finish a project for a family member and will be back to my sketchbooks once some other prioritized goals have been accomplished. This will always be something I do for fun! From my collages, to paintings, to sculpture, to writing, to playing my flute, I will always be an artist in my home and heart! </div>
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Lund3onhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06642059256040346733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503942174889211342.post-39523719618440750202019-10-19T00:07:00.003-07:002019-10-19T00:07:57.220-07:00Be the Reflection you WANT to see...OMG ! Okay ... So life, like ALWAYS, never goes as planned...<br />
But... I DID get a job!<br />
And I HAVE been going to the gym.. like every day!<br />
My life has <b>seriously</b> taken a turn for the better ...<br />
And what better way to learn how to sell art, than to master the art of sales?<br />
While I master this art-form, my confidence has completely turned around like nothing else!<br />
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I feel incredible!<br />
Like, who knew going to the gym <i>actually</i> works...? oh, yeah and making more money!<br />
I feel great! My coworkers all LOVE my smile and tell me I bring the place GREAT energy!<br />
Never expected that compliment in a million years!<br />
Well, I get it everyday now!<br />
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I'm so much happier... to the point where I can actually say <i style="font-weight: bold;">I'm happy</i> even though I don't live in LA. I can't wait to move back home and be even happier!<br />
I feel empowered again!<br />
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And I don't feel so judged and insulted! It's amazing!<br />
If you're miserable... look at the people who surround you, begin an elimination process of the people who make you sick the most... and then dwindle down to <i>feel good friends</i>. <br />
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I have met the most incredible people at this new job.. from ex rock stars to engineers, to singers... I mean... I'm super happy! I feel at home again!<br />
My hotel roommate during our training inspired me to set an early bird schedule... and we were happily waking up at 5:30 am together everyday!<br />
I even continued waking up early, and now go to the gym everyday before work! It's totally my new morning routine! <br />
This job rocks!<br />
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There are still some balancing acts I have to figure out between decluttering and visiting my future husband... but over all... I have had an incredible month.<br />
I'm even doing better than some people who have worked for the company for a few months!<br />
This job has it's good days and it's bad days... but even the bad days are motivating!<br />
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I can't wait to have the carpet match the drapes once I get my home decluttered and begin art projects again.<br />
Everything is FINALLY falling into place again!<br />
The best part about it, is I can move back to LA and still work for the company!<br />
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<br />Lund3onhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06642059256040346733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503942174889211342.post-12432135272205456682019-09-05T21:30:00.002-07:002019-09-05T21:30:44.051-07:00How to Become a 'Famous Artist'...So, like, I have a <i>Twitter</i> account.<br />
And I have an <i>Instasham </i>account.<br />
I appreciate them as tools but really need to focus on developing this website of mine... while continuing to create... [birth the creations of my tattered brain]<br />
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It's almost like a fear of success kicks in right on the edge of something great.<br />
And then I sabotage the <i>fuck</i> out of myself like an orthodox priest beating out his sins!<br />
There really isn't anything left to fear...<br />
The worst has already happened.<br />
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I guess it's only up from here.<br />
I have a few projects in the mix... And hopefully, there will be more pictures... or links to pictures....<br />
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If you happen to stumble across this ad lib blog of a pathetic California artist... please, go follow me with the links given to you below, and tell your friends you found a shitty art blog to make fun of on <i>YouTube</i>, <i>Vine -style. </i><br />
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If you tell them that, they'll subscribe to and follow me. <br />
Everyone should follow me.... You never know what the cat will leave on your front porch. <br />
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Take this as a learning guide on '<i>How to make your life ROYALLY SUCK : A Christian Family Guide'</i><br />
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<i>RANDOM THOUGHT: </i>I once watched a 3.5 hour video involving artists... explaining what art means to them. I really wished I was in it. The beginning of the film has a man cutting his penis and utilizing the blood to create <i>aht. </i> I continued watching the ENTIRE thing and have watched it more than 4 times. It's very inspiring to me... [Except I don't have a penis]. I still wish I was interviewed. I hope to be fully engulfed in my madness when they decide to make a 2nd. I hope this blog will reach them and have them consider the idea...<br />
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::winks:: "Call me".<br />
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Stay tuned for more of my shenanigans.<br />
Feel free to send random questions to my social media accounts.. or comment on this blog. <br />
I love the unpredictable...<br />
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<br />Lund3onhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06642059256040346733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503942174889211342.post-54045237816261421082019-07-26T02:04:00.001-07:002019-07-26T04:01:01.386-07:00Keeping up with the Addams...Hello All,<br />
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Over the last few weeks I've been working on a bunch of different things and manifestation is still in effect.<br />
I had a birthday! Woohoo!<br />
I usually love my birthday, but the last few years have been pretty hard after thinking about how much time has passed, and how the timeline I imagined when I was wee teen, does not match the actual timeline in real life.<br />
No Biggie... Adjust, and recommit.<br />
So, the night before, and the beginning of, my birthday started out a bit emotional...by the end of the night, and the next day, it was absolutely phenomenal.<br />
Spent time with an old bestie and we had an awesome day drinking and swimming ALL day! It was absolutely great fun! This is the most tan I have been since I was 16!!<br />
The next day we got down to business, and did some adulting, and then I headed back "home".<br />
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I've been working on a few art projects while selling CBD oil and essential oils.<br />
I'm painting a transformer box in front of a house in Carlsbad, and also painting a concrete bench sculpted in the shape of a frog.<br />
The transformer box is almost done [first half] and the frog will be done in the near future.<br />
[Pictures coming soon]<br />
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There will be some construction at my house next weekend, so I will be out of commission for the next week, while I rearrange my living quarters to adjust to the needs of the contractors. Once the construction project is done my life will be 1,000 times easier and even better. Then back to the art grind/money hunt/discipline.<br />
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After a few divination practices, I saw what this personal year has in store for me and it is exactly as a reading I did when I was 21 said it would be.<br />
Discipline, Adaptation, & Achievement!<br />
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After all the loss I've endured after a big move I made 2.5 years ago, I am very satisfied with the outcomes I've experienced.<br />
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By the end of Summer:<br />
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I will soon have a website put together for my art.<br />
I will have a better living situation in a week.<br />
I will have more art to add to my portfolio.<br />
I will be a certified aromatherapist.<br />
I will be attending 2 concerts I've waited 21 years to be able to see.<br />
I will be attending another concert of one of my top 3 favorite bands.<br />
I will be starting my metaphysical business.<br />
I will be healthier and thinner.<br />
I will be beginning my true purpose.<br />
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A good friend of mine, for whom I used to work, sent me a great book about spirituality and purpose. Just in the preface alone, I learned so, so much, and had <i>x </i>amount of my life questions answered.<br />
Who knew you could find so much peace in a simple book into which you read about 10 minutes?<br />
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I went to LA this past Saturday to watch <i>Dumb and Dumber</i> at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery with The Wonderful Man in my life. This is the 2nd year we've gone with his nephew and nephew's lady, and it was EPIC!!!! We signed up to get more notifications for these events so we can go more often... cuz who doesn't LOVE a summer movie in a beautifully, iconic cemetery????????? OMG! <3<br />
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My car broke down over the last weekend. The coil went out and a friend of mine in LA fixed it for $140 by 4:30pm on Monday. Same day I called him, it was done!<br />
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I saw 2 movies I've never seen over the last couple days : <i>The Book of Eli</i>, and <i>Daybreakers</i><br />
They coincidentally both depict the future of the human race fairly accurately. People are hungry, savage, and loveless. Kinda sad...yet so deep!<br />
Rise above the weak! People are giving up on their morals and values, and at the end of the day, they're the ones who need to face themselves in the mirror and not blame the world for their horrible decisions and way of being. I mean, people are ugly, now days...<br />
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I mean, I'm a weirdo and a half, but I own it and love myself. These people act high and mighty, until they're in a bind, and then BOOM! The truth is revealed in the mirror, and they hate themselves, and the people around them, for sucking.<br />
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WORD OF ADVICE: Stop sucking.<br />
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People will go to great lengths to try and destroy you out of jealousy, fear, and hatred. I'm grateful for it because it will teach you what your friends can't. Your enemies will show you their weakness and then you know how to defeat them easily. They minimize your obstacles by simply being themselves and becoming your enemies. That's why you have to love them. <br />
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I've been feeling so grateful for the people and opportunities that have remained in my life as a result of recent enemy accumulation. There is nothing more liberating than filtering out the garbage in your sink and watching murky water go down the pipes. It's so satisfying and mind freeing. Then you rinse, wipe, and polish the sink. <br />
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After being told I need to grow up for enjoying Halloween as an adult, after being yelled at, ridiculed, insulted, and harassed almost on a daily basis... After being hated on for having epic organization skills, previous office experience, a bachelor's degree, and a successful blog... After meeting what I thought were long term friends, only to be a figment of my past mistakes, I have to say... I'm finishing up the wiping stage and investing in the best of polishes for my sink. Good riddens... And thank you Universe for taking the fake away!<br />
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I'm debating on going back to work a regular full time job. I'm hoping that with the extra room in my home I'll be able to complete more projects and really get my metaphysical projects for my business going, enough to pay my bills.<br />
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A few <i>real</i> friends of mine have numerous opportunities they've been sharing with me... All I have to do is apply. <br />
I'm working with someone to make a great updated resume [or 3 since I have so much damn experience everywhere... my previous resume looked like my car...] and one is almost complete. <br />
There are a ton of jobs in LA... even art jobs.... I'm so excited and nervous. <3 <3 <3<br />
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I got another tarot deck in May [that I absolutely love] and have been really inspired! Pulled a card today... and it couldn't be more accurate! CHOICES!!!!!! So many CHOICES!!!!! Just pick one, Lund3on!!!<br />
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I'm thinking of packing up all my things, throwing them in storage and couch bouncing around LA to save money for 2 months to come up enough to get a little studio back in the city! I'm selling a lot of my furniture right now so it could work..... but again.. CHOICES!!!!!<br />
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I found out there may be a way for me to access funds to open a store front. I'm so excited!!!<br />
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With enough planning, math, and energy focused on manifesting my destiny, I know that I will have my business moving very soon... I'm just not sure on the precise time and location... but <i>if</i> is no longer an option.<br />
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There is only when and where...<br />
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What helped me was appreciating all the bad that has happened and facing all my fears. I was afraid of losing all of I have clinged to, and I'm so glad it was swiped from beneath my feet because it has made me stronger and ready for my next challenge. All of my worst fears arose abruptly, having to face what many people would kill themselves over, and I'm so glad I'm still here and much, much happier after all of it. I've learned so much about friends, and work, and life over all.<br />
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I love the person I've become, with every single one of my flaws.<br />
I love what I've done and what I've learned.<br />
I love the people in my life.<br />
I love the opportunities I've been given.<br />
I love the enemies I've made.<br />
I love the experiences I've had.<br />
I love it all because together, it has created this beautiful life I live. It isn't perfect. It doesn't conform and meet society's expectations, but it's my creation, and it meets my needs right now. It helps me love, give love, and receive love...<br />
Just like <i>The Beatles</i> ... All you need is love!<br />
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Have love in your heart and you'll find peace.<br />
The best is yet to come! <3<br />
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<br />Lund3onhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06642059256040346733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503942174889211342.post-15711872968237022522019-07-07T02:33:00.001-07:002019-07-07T03:06:11.901-07:00By the Power Invested in Me... By the Power Invested in Me,<br />
So mote it be.<br />
I have focused a high amount of energy on manifestation.<br />
Some people believe it's a crock of shit.<br />
Well, Fuck em.<br />
I know it's real because...<br />
Well, it's happening!<br />
Anyway...I have some things on my list that are finally manifesting their way into my life.<br />
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I've spent some time away from facing some really big issues, and during my mini "vaca" I've found ways to truly calm your mind, refocus your purpose/energy, and get back to business.<br />
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I'm happy to be building an energy force around me and increasing it's magnetic force while attracting the things I know I deserve: Great Opportunity and Success!<br />
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I've hidden behind fear and insecurities for so long... I'm so happy to finally rid myself of the burden!<br />
There's no need to hide in the confines of others' expectations of you. <br />
When you have nothing to lose, you have nothing to fear.<br />
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I've lost so much in the last few years and it's made me so much stronger and so much more beautiful. I want to thank every asshole, and every bitch, for trying to get in my way. I want to thank every cop for pulling me over for speeding, and I want to thank all the drama, and tears, and loss, for helping me become so dark, and alone, that I have created my own light to guide the way towards a bright and wonderful future.<br />
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I am realizing, that helping myself first and doing the things which make me happy, are the real components to life. A great life.<br />
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When people judge me, thinking I "need to grow up", think I'm ugly, a threat, lazy, making excuses, or think I'm living in the clouds, dreaming too big, or am not taking life seriously... Good! It means I've threatened them with my amazing gifts and they are beginning to be more observant of the things they don't like about themselves.<br />
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Always know: when people criticize you, it's because they are bothered by their own lives. It's THEIR problem. And by all means, please allow them to talk more shit about you, because it just helps you grow even stronger!<br />
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Then, when you finally realize who the people are, who hate you for their own small minded reasons, you can sift them out of your life, and really hang on to the strong bonds with those who truly love you and who will be by you side as you all grow together.<br />
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Life is beautiful. Peaks and Valleys... Tough, rough, and annoying... but at the end of the day, it's fucking beautiful. And when you find more beauty in it all, you will find peace!<br />
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I'm still basking the beauty of the of my momentum, right now! I am so grateful for all the opportunities and support I've been given. I can't wait to make the most out of it all!<br />
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I hope you will all be here and enjoy the journey with me!<br />
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-L.A.<br />
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P.S. Moths eat clothes. Don't let them in.<br />
<br />Lund3onhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06642059256040346733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503942174889211342.post-40383302088867560222019-06-17T01:48:00.000-07:002019-06-17T01:48:02.289-07:00The Secrets of the Yin-Yang...<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">We all have things about which we refuse to discuss... </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not all of it is negative.. we just don't discuss it. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">There's no real need to. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Some things are too precious to share. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Like Cinderella... If you tell your dreams they won't come true. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">And, in opposition, if the world never knows your nightmares, they'll never judge you or know your weakness. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have found staying quiet and being open <i>enough</i> is good. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It sets a certain <i>safety function</i> for people to accept you, while it also adds mystery. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even when the closest people to you think you're open book, only you know what you truly are. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It's a special bond you build with yourself. We all know.. <i>two can keep a secret is one of them is dead</i>... 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 </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">your secrets and love each other anyway... </span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Some of these <i>secrets</i> 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] </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.... </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">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 "<i>Oh, god, shut the fuck up</i>" kind of person... or you can become beautiful... because you've seen the <i>shiny, happy people </i>side of life, and you've seen the <i>I'll never do/become/know that</i> 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. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">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! </span></span><br />
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Beneath the hottest clouds live the coldest rejections. </div>
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Beneath the coldest rejections live the hardest workers. </div>
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They live in this city; a city home - my home city. </div>
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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This <i>home </i> is powerful. The strongest kill themselves and the weakest become nothingness. </div>
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This<i> home </i>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. </div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><strike>Without it, you die inside. </strike></span></div>
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No one knows your given name at <i>home</i>. You create your name. You're given a name here. You own it, become it, breathe it. </div>
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The best thing about this <i>city home</i>, 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. </div>
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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 <i>home</i>. </div>
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Where the outdoors come inside, where the best is underground, there is no place like my <i>city home</i>. The <i>City of Broken Dreams...</i></div>
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<i>-</i><b><span style="font-size: large;">L</span></b>ondon. <b><span style="font-size: large;">A</span></b>lyssa.</div>
Lund3onhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06642059256040346733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503942174889211342.post-25269593491441760472019-06-03T16:53:00.000-07:002019-06-17T16:52:29.095-07:00The Transition...<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: x-small;">This phrase has developed so many connotations over the last 5 years. </span><br />
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I'd like to begin by saying this is, like, a N<i>ew Era of Lund3on</i><br />
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A lot has happened over the last few years...<br />
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Allow me to introduce myself:<br />
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I am Lund3on.<br />
An artist.<br />
A thinker.<br />
A person.<br />
A lover.<br />
A writer.<br />
A blogger.<br />
A doer.<br />
A taster.<br />
A facer.<br />
An opinion.<br />
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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.<br />
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Sharing my experiences, opinions, reflections, choices, possible plans, and other perspectives from the life of a real LIVE artist...<br />
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<b>The Basics</b><br />
I am in my early 30's now.<br />
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..<br />
I wanted to begin a real art career and live with family while I saved money and began a new segment of awesomeness.....<br />
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Well, like you'll see if you are ever reading about my past... my life NEVER goes as planned.<br />
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<b>The Purpose</b><br />
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].<br />
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<b>The Author</b><br />
I am no perfect being. I am pathetic at times, very stubborn, super weird, creative, honest, and I don't make friends easily.<br />
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.<br />
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I love Mondays... and yes people hate me for that.<br />
I love mornings... people hate me for this too...<br />
I love working out [even though I'm super fat right now]... [So typically no one believes me when I say this]<br />
I love writing, music, art, and reading, but mainly all things weird, dark and creative.<br />
I'm super open to talking to people. I love talking!<br />
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<b>The Most Recent </b><br />
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<b>NOTE: </b><br />
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<b>As an artist... you may find your self to be misunderstood, irritable, confused, and a major control freak/perfectionist. </b><br />
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I have this strange thing that happens to me when I am fucked with in anyway:<br />
Subconsciously, do what your brain wants, while your conscious mind thinks it's in control.<br />
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.<br />
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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...<br />
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Most people say... <i>that's everywhere</i>....<br />
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I've never experienced anything like this in my life. <br />
Great perks at a grand price.<br />
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....<br />
Hope you enjoyed me...<br />
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Oh, well... win some, lose some... NEXT!!!<br />
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Anyway... moving on...<br />
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<b>NOTE: </b><br />
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<b>In order to be successful, Move Forward... </b><br />
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I hate not working.<br />
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...<br />
I would love to create my own salary..<br />
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I have a shit ton of direction.<br />
I have energy big enough to stop a train.<br />
I have a list of ideas long enough to last a life time.<br />
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I painted and drew for 5 days straight and posted on social media for these 5 days after I was fired.<br />
I went from 415ish followers to 515 followers on one network site.. and received MANY likes on all of the pictures I posted..<br />
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People loved it! I love that they loved it!<br />
It shows me what I need to do. I need to commit to being the shit! Lol. <br />
I need to commit to my passion. My dreams. My goals.<br />
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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...<br />
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Within those 5 days, I had a friend reach out to me to buy an original painting I have for $300.<br />
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5 fucking days!<br />
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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!<br />
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I'm so happy I have finally seen the light the midst of all my darkness.<br />
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I'm excited to see what the future brings.. good and bad.<br />
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If you have read through this whole thing.. I apologize and thank you equally.<br />
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I hope you come again!<br />
I hope I've inspired you, made you laugh or bored you!<br />
Follow me on Social Media for more of my personality and for more insight into my New Old World!<br />
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Thank you, again!<br />
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-Lund3on<br />
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Feel Free to have a chat with me...<br />
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/lund3on3/">Facebook</a><br />
<a href="https://www.instagram.com/lund3on/">Instagram</a><br />
<a href="https://twitter.com/Lund3on">Twitter</a><br />
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We could all use a friend...<br />
<br />Lund3onhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06642059256040346733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503942174889211342.post-35592974535016369952018-05-13T11:09:00.001-07:002018-05-13T11:09:52.483-07:00Blue Blood...You peak into the windows of their souls. Nothing is secret to you anymore. Without a visual you can sense the energy as it walks in through the clanging sounds of the bells hanging on the door knob, as they scurry on through to hide in their secluded dungeon that dwells above the average land.<br />
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There is no dull moment here and not even revenge can keep you safe. Worse than western denotations of snakes, he lurks like predator seeking his next victim. The difference is, snakes are charmers, stealth, smooth, and are not always known as the villain in all stories across the globe. He is not snake, but rather a sheep, and even worse so, a rhesus macaque.<br />
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You do your best for the day. Manifest your goals. Keep your word. Are passionate about your core self and are able to carry out the highest expression of the self through artistic communication. You are a healer. A natural leader. A trend setter. A mystical anomaly no one can quite understand or to whom no one can often relate.<br />
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You have that <i>blue blood</i>.<br />
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Not a thief or a sheep. Not a name dropping bullshitter with eye out to punish the weak. Not a soul sucking energy drainer, dependent upon all and with a victim-like perspective.<br />
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You are a warrior. Not a soldier under someone else's order, but a courage filled leader with an keen eye out for victory. <br />
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You have that <i>blue blood</i>, and you are VICTORIOUS!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503942174889211342.post-50593924557775791382013-04-21T21:14:00.000-07:002013-04-21T21:14:52.244-07:00Summer, Summer, Summer Time...The Sun sleeps less. The Moon decides to become more distant but when seen appears to be the respectable stag you'd expect him to be. Colors are appearing. It's Spring now. The occasional death of the leaves will seldom fall on the sidewalk, but it's a while before we truly observe their purpose. The dirt of the world is gone and it's sunny again. Birds are flying in larger crowds and the bugs are crawling out from their carefully made burrows of the long cold Winter. Lizards are working out again and sun bathing. Everyone is coming out with new ensembles in their wardrobe. Children laugh harder and play more. <br />
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"Get more Vitamin D in your body."<br />
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I burn...<br />
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Everyone is energetic and teens are preparing for prom. Mothers stand back and proudly smile while Daddies cautiously shake the boy's hand that could potentially take his Ruby away; Fathers pat the boy on the back and send him off proudly watching a new profound addition to society while Mommies hold back nervous tears and pray to god Cinderella isn't clingy. <br />
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The Minglers Mingle harder and the Monolanthropists Monolanthropate quieter. <br />
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Everyone comes out into the air. There are crowds in places you once thought we closed. Smiles, giggles, laughter, jokes, screams, yells, joyful cries and pure natural energy. <br />
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"It's good to see you again," say the ladies to their aqua garments while the gents no longer have words to speak. <br />
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Our Elders become more pleasant and our parents become cute again, like last year.<br />
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Temperatures rise. Potential new exercise regimes come into practice. Everyone gives care to Lung Cancer and all of a sudden Vegans travel in the masses. <br />
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The Richer appear to multiply in facades while The Poor appear to hibernate.<br />
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There is more time to relax, more money to make, and everyone holds "Welcome" mats close to their bosoms ingesting the Equinox into their soul. <br />
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While the world rejoices in Hell, I'm excited for the breaks, but dreading its traumatic traditions. <br />
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I lose my sense of character and soon become inanimate. I no longer require special upkeep and care but rather excess repair with the roughest edge no even your best lawyer could define. I no longer remain a being but rather a feel; a sensation, but to the masses - a desire. I am know longer listened to but rather heard. I am no longer understood but rather seen behind screens; posing behind large, heavy, velvet drapery with the finest of silk used as their sheers. Satin lacing is all I'm entitled to for class and elegance and my features become distant shadows to be filled by "Whatever the fuck it doesn't matter she kinda looks like what's her name."<br />
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Summer time is the time of year where everyone gets excited to come out and see the world.<br />
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I want to cozy off into a down comforter and hide out in the rooms with the perfect breezes and air flow. I want to hide my face under a pillow until the gray clouds return to create a opalescent glow upon my skin. <br />
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I do not enjoy the masses excitement for the golden exteriors. No one wonder people believe in Hell. It's their favorite time of the year. <br />
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Fuses shorten, Matrimony strengthens, and Guidance is hindered.<br />
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Lives are lost. Minds are lost. <br />
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"We'll look back and expect to reflect on The Golden Age of innocent bliss in a freedom world of love and enjoyment, youth and expression.<br />
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But it won't be the roaring 20's we'll be celebrating...<br />
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It'll be another obstacle to tackle. Another creature to annialate.<br />
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The red and orange glow of lesser self receding into the plush marshmellow benches confined by the lonesome octopus.<br />
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-Lund3on Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1