Kumbia King.  Sometimes I don't even know what's real anymore. Its like no matter how many times you replay it, you'll never figure it out. Its as if there's more to life than just black and white with its occasional grey. When you try analyze something long enough, your mind hallucinates to correspond to all the theories that might have developed while doing so.

A Box of Hope. Around the age of five, a child will receive a yellow box with green trimmings . In it are eight sticks of colored wax, which are wrapped and labled with a thing contruction-like paper. As time went on,  the boxes got bigger and more colors were made. From those eight came twelve. From those twelve came sixteen, from that, twenty-four. As time went on more colors joined our standard eight. Has anyone ever wondered Crayola Crayons seemed to multiplied over the years? It's as if they had just discovered the rainbow and started to wonder if there were more to it than just ROY G BIV. This lead to the search and creations of the now standard colors in Crayola boxes. We started off with our basic primary colors, which eventually branched to the combination of colors such as blue and yellow makes green. However, for whatever what reason, people weren't happy and are now making colors such as 'orange-red' and 'green-blue.' Its as if they were something...a certain pigment...a pigment of truth. Maybe that's why children are now purchasing crayon boxes that have at least 4 shades to one standard color, to find hope.... 

The Invisible Man. I can't be there for you if you won't let me.

112. Its been a while since I've thought about it. I can't help but think, I though 32+18=112? Thought it was 437312, but I suppose not. If you don't know by now, then maybe I should.