the name's billy nava. n.a.v.a. i was born to a traveling woman from Mexico on the summer of 1989. i have four brothers. i'm the fourth one. growing up, i was too young to relate to my three older brothers. by the time the fifth one came around, i was too used to being alone that i kept it that way.
some may call this, shunning. so naturally, i'm a bit of a loner.
single.
i like to read whenever i travel. prefferably, stories of satire. and let me tell you something; i travel. a lot.
my hobbies include but are not limited to writting, exercising and meeting new people. i have some vices. i don't have addictions. if you're searching, you'll find me lost in my ipod. me, with my earphones hanging out the collar of my shirt. me, with my chestnuts. i'd be working on some playlist or something like this. a playlist to my novel. a playlist to some sport. a playlist to some relationship that doesn't go anywhere.
my cheap attempts.
if you time it just right, every moment can turn into a music video.
i paint. whenever i'm inspired. i say this, but really, i paint when i find the time to. as an artist, you organize your life so you get a chance to paint. a window of time. but that's no guarantee you'll create anything worth all your effort. you're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life.
i know about HAARP. i know about FEMA camps. The WWIII in asia. "population stabilization". i know about the 3rd phase, israel. the fall of this empire and the rise of the next. the rise of monkeys doesn't sound so bad. zombified monkeys. so what else is new, right? i understand that america is one big shopping mall. i deal with this.
i'm 22 years old. a leo. i'm someone that may fail but won't fall. the kind of guy that waits but doesn't stall. blah. blah. blah. i'm trying to become a massage therapist. this i know, is bullshit.
