here to unite, through common dreads.

the flood has begun, i can swim.

but these waters are toxic.

held hostage,

stop this.

clicks like clack, forced to bounce back.

so, i tend to disappear. it happens, i'm a gypsy but i'm active and productive. i just now checked in and i noticed a comment asking what the a.b.c. movement was, and are we a dance group. laughs out loud* and supposedly we look like some punks. to each their own, your either with us, or not. my life rolls on, and you become unnoticed BUT to answer your questions in a polite manner,

a.b.c. stands for art before crime.
it is a clothing line, a company started by my friends and i.

its more of a lifestyle in my eyes, married to the art world.
its a way of life, i personally write, paint, design clothes, draw, take pictures. always beyond creation. and thats just ME each of my friends are MULTI-talented with more strengths then weakness then linking and coming together as a whole.

infinite imaginations.


we are not a dance group,
but hey i love to dance, and so do my friends.

as for punks,
sorry to burst your bubble but we are no where near dried or decayed.

infact we are very much alive and growing.

www.districtlines.com/art-before-crime/t-shirts

as if we share a brain.

Alive Another Day.

I've been extra shitty this past week, so UP then down. Trying to fight this stupid cold I caught last weekend. I was so bummed that I was pretty much on stand still. But today I woke up feeling so alive. My blood was pumping and I was ready for whatever was going to happen. I made no plans but everything fell into place. Like always..

flash back of last fall.

I’m shaking these spider webs
I feel them creeping near
I’m falling for Molech
But I know you aren’t here.
These lights in the night
My vision isn’t clear
I must reclaim my target
Before you face my fear

I’m feeling type vulnerable
I’m feeling type frozen
I could look you in the eyes
You wouldn’t even notice
You couldn’t even hold the cold
Of these moments
Instead you hide with a smile
As if you didn’t lose focus.

I’m not convinced.

out on a limb, but my life inexorable.

I’m interested, let’s configure this.
Let me dive deep into your ligaments
Wiggle in let me jump into your mindset
I’m intrigued, stuck behind your eye lids.
Lost and confused in time it’s timeless.
And yes I’m fine with
The fact that understanding this
Will always be my wish.
So let’s get blasted off one kiss
And with a flick of your wrist
We can fake innocence
And pretend we don’t exist
What starts as a whisper?
Then echoes into bliss
Sparks in our eyes
Magic on our fingertips

I couldn’t possibly turn away.

introducing Nikki Nikon.

this is love.