i was given the name isaiah. i preferred being called zai. i've been alive for about nineteen years. I've gotten to know myself and the world around me pretty well. still growing, still learning. i have an of obsession with owls and nice asses. grey is more than a shade.. I'm an artist and my music is usually my meduim. its currently dark in my room and the light from the computer screen is hurting my eyes. when i'm in a bad mood, i sleep on my hardwood floor. i dont know what else to say. im kinda tall. i used to play football and basketball was actually pretty good but.. nothing makes me feel more free than this piece of wood with wheels. it takes 21 steps to get from the front door of my house to my bedroom. i am homeless. i have an "inspirations" album on my iPod Touch and every morning, as soon as i wake up, i look through every picture before starting my day. I have "artists never die" tattooed across my chest. it feels good to look in the mirror and only see myself... i don't have a religion. i love my little brother. my dad doesn't exist. my grandmother is beautiful. my grandfather is dead. i've been single for three years. i love pineapples. i love sex. i fucking love my life. //
