TurninHeadz in Houston performance

Brought out by Yung Sosa at Warehouse Live

@THEREALYUNGSOSA A$AP Performance 2.26.12 WAREHOUSE LIVE from (ALLMIGHTYDC) on Vimeo.

i just wanna do powerful stuff. understand all art i want to do powerful. i dont want to submit to the fake world becuase of needs. i can get it out there. i will. i learned some new things now. back in the lab again

k west

confession time

50 Cent - They Burn Me (truthfully)

wzrd....

".....out of the ground, into the sky" - Nirvana

Last night performance something slight

Van Solo ( Happy Birthday Kobi) from d£V(ALLMIGHTYDC) on Vimeo.

Out of everything I've been through how do I end up with someone who makes me doubt myself? As well as compare to other people. I can't hold the talent I think I have against someone but come on... I'm going crazy.

Its painful enough only doing bits of what you wanna do. Waiting. Waitn weighting waten

Hanna you hear?

ignorant about titties

I member my potna keith told me he wanted to fuck with teyana taylor back in high school. i kinda feel this nigga now. her body be looking right sometimes, but its pictures tho. bitches are master of the photo game. she cool tho, i'd try the experience.

Thanks Tip

im too drained to write a full blog post. i need water, alcohol, new pussy, 10 blunts, and a backrub.

I never wanted to give up before ever in my life. but i do now.

glory

Happy "V" Day - "Love Lines" Short Film (Music Video)

Van Solo - Love Lines from Christopher Wilkes on Vimeo.

Directed by Chris Wilkes

I shot this while in Atlanta. All I can say is this beautiful piece of art is a good look into a long time period into my real life. Enjoy. And, Happy V Day

"40 Days of Night" Music Video. Directed by the ALLMIGHTY

Van Solo - 40 Days of Night from d£V(ALLMIGHTYDC) on Vimeo.

Directed by Devinn. @ALLMIGHTYDC

First of many. In house now baby. We bout to have movies on deck.

P.S., i wrote a song called "Dear God" but never recorded it. This is the blog post for it. (Maybe)

Its sad I have to spend this day with this miserable deceit ugly person. I know that makes me ugly to talk about a person that way (I'm no better) but its different. This is advanced demon bullying being don.e to me. The devil got me good. He's getting me good. One mistake man, one mistake. Whole life... sigh... internally. I have to end my life. I hate this torture and my mornings. They start off with vomit. Everyday,guess my self imposed ailment meant much to the outer world. I'm getting red faced by everybody. From all angles. Makes me wonder why I'm put as the bad guy. I never did anything to anyone. Never thought I was cool or went against people. I just stayed to myself and people always came with their own assumptions. I just don't know what's the point of this. Like why? God? Pa?pa. I'm good at not wanting to be read off well. People just think I'm mad all the time lol. I don't have enough to do anything. I think I might go get a donut from shipleys and read my kurt cobain book in there till It closes. Some day huh. I have to find a way back up. Soon my phone will be cut off and my tags will expire and my insurance will be off so ill be a paranoid driver in texas. These cops. Man. Next month, wow... am I really gonna let myself experience prison? Am I crazy. I keep thinking about the brightside of it like paying off the debts. And shelter. But its fucking prison fuck that. I want to lose friends. I can't keep up with people that I know. I'm backtracked. In my shit car I appreciate that's become trailer bed jenny. I need relief. A record deal? So I can start telling these apt clerks I'm a musician and not making up professions like a out of work acting con artist. I'm not the con artist tho, just the other. I'm at wits end now. Wits widow. I guess this could pass a conversation prayer to god. Lord bless me. Amen. I'm trying dear lord. Your son, Austen Vananthony Campbell. 

My life has become the typical american quote that in quote "got ruined by poisened pussy". Least I don't have aids tho. But oh the torture.

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Peace & Love.

Worst day of my life. Fake year. Bad trip. I want to die today. Fuck this shit.

Today. Well in 3 hours I'm 22. And I've never felt more suicidal in my life. I turned my life into a trap and the music is actually good. Pun intended. Good thing I still have a sense of humor. Cause this ho shit going on is in a binge state. Maybe I'm a crybaby or maybe just a man. I planned or more so thought to delete all my music off the web. Whoever has it has it. Now my career is a career and the songs I gotta do are for exposure only. I feel that tho. Ill just keep the crying work to myself which is my best work to me... but that's my opinion though. Its cool I can have one. I want to draw a lot now. I can't draw but I want too and paint. I figure my bad drawings will be more beautiful than somebodies perfect ones... I always like the ugly though. Wonder if that's the reason my life is the way it is now then. "Only God Can Judge Me" by Tupac screwed and chopped just came on and it makes me think about how I get it tatted when I was 15 unconciously and wondering the reason why I wanted to get it so bad. Guess I know now. Demons in my life, not just my head. Not just my head. Everybody in this moshpit is content with adolescent parents but this mistake that became a forced regret of mine is unacceptable to me. Maybe I'm constantly punishing myself because I can't forgive myself. At all. I disgraced my bad parents. Even tho they didn't raise me and hate me now I will forever love them for everything they did and didn't do. I forgive my father for telling me I'm not his son. And neglecting me. And teasing me about mistakes I make. And how he's never taught me anything. I forgive you pop, I'm sorry I didn't just know how life was. I been in a bubble of my own world my whole life. I never paid attention to my sorroundings and that's my fault. Its prolly the only reason I've been able to make it through, by distracting myself from it using imagination. Watching people fall from grace and give up on life daily. That's my life. My life is being in a suicidal demon house and hating myself for it. I gave up selling drugs a long time ago. Its been so buried I don't even put it in my music. I'm not proud of it. But I do understand my homies. Its just not my lifestyle. I hate what the media has done to the black minds. Black people use to be strong and about shit. Now everybodies beaten and distracted. I lost friends because I don't make enough money and have downfalls. But why can't y'all accept me for me, ima get money sooner or later but if I'm not getting it now I'm not suppose to have it. Simple. I'm not ashamed but I really am at the same time. I don't ask anybody for anything and I don't feel owed. I just feel took. Taken. Abandoned. Fierce. And hurt.

Hatred for Hanna in the morning.

Not to be pompous but that dirt bag should have you ashamed and thanking the moments with me. I wonder what this bitch was thinking when she went behind my back. I can't fret tho. I was rolling/tryna go with brittany but that didn't stick for too long at all. It wasn't gonna be what I wanted so I stepped out. Even tho we never really had enough time to have a real connection. Its okay though. I'm pretty sure it all worked out for the best. Hopefully she remembers how long my penis is and how deep I woulda been in her everynight had we... nevermind. As far as some of the others goes the thought of replacing Hanna just became pushed back because I lost interest in what she is when the other guy popped up she keeps talking about. Maybe I should tell her about my experiences as well? No. Whatever. Now I'm on this faithful lemme talk about you to the world tip and you constantly do me like "that". Ha. They would say. Everybody loves to laugh at you. Social networks got people afraid to claim they gfs and bfs in fear of not being able to catch prey when it all falls down. But it doesn't matter with me. These girls don't care. They probly want me more now. "Irregardless" as this comedy movie would say. I want peace. I want comfort. I want want want it all.

Ina place where there is nowhere else to go but up. I hope to one day look at all these blog post and feel like I've accomplished something. Hopefully. I'm too hard on myself though.

I wrote "I'm on it" (I'm just killing mixtape) with a refrence to my brother kevin who lost the love of his life to cancer. And I be complaining? Nah. We finna win. Car service. Bottle service. Private planes. Hotel suites. Passport stamps. Experiencing cultures and different types of people. Nothing can make up for a lost person cause people are more than everything. But all I can do is go hard to help my brother find purpose and move on. She will never be forgotten. Forever in our hearts. Forever. Listening to Chapter Two, Black King right now. Feeling uplifted again. "Ima champion! Ima BLACK KING! And I mean that shit! I mean that shit! And I mean that shit! I mean that shit and I mean that shit! I mean that shit! Yeah"

Truer Feelings About Life And Love (3 am music)

Let's go back. Let's tell the truth. I need a somewhere to go. According to my gf and the state of Texas that's jail and a protective order which has cps calling about my daughter. But that's life right? Nah. Just a dumb bitch I happened to fall in love with. 6 months? Wow. I know one thing if I go to jail its gonna be HELL when I get out. Just outta principal. I miss Pimp C. I miss Dj Screw. I miss banging dip set getting money smoking weed and passing bitches to my niggas. The internet got boys afraid to speak in person ha. What happened to everybody? I member hating the internet and never getting on it ha. Boy how things change. I wanna talk to God. You hear me God? How close am I to this ending? How much longer do I have to be a failure. I don't hate or have a grudge against Houston, but I understand this city is not the same. What was once fun and trill is now just a pulpit for pussy niggas to get rich off. Its so hard down here. Its a trap, literally. Word to my dad stressing repeating to me over and over that I GOT TWO KIDS. Ugh. Some bitch has a child with me that I don't love? Is this life? Am I ignorant? I was. Not no more though. Child Support made me full aware of that. Now its fuck Texas and these ho ass judges n lawyers. Why should I have to pay somebody. If you wanna kill me, kill me already. Cause I obviously don't. Care. My mom knows me best I'm still a child myself and a baby. But L'eau calls me dad. Dada' to be exact. That still amazes me. How proud and happy she is just to be around me. She saw veeology cover today and just screamed dada dada so happily and I smiled in the front seat whilst my gf looked poorly astonished. She doesn't support shit. Its cool tho, even tho I support her and protect her. But lemme not draw a fake image. She pays for everything. Happy? Even tho, whatever. Fuck these models man. Fuck these rappers. Fuck these problemless people. I hate them all. Fuck everybody, For they all are so phony. I had it right not wanting money, but I want money. More so need money. Funny world right? I'm prolly just gonna ramble off cause I'm bored and have to sleep in my car tonight I hate this shit. Its hot and bugs are out in Texas. Crazy. I'm in a hotel suite one night and starving in the car the next. Worth the grind tho right? Ha. I might commit suicide on my birthday. I really want to. My brother would be so upset tho. He's right about me making it I know ima make it but its hard with all this ridicule and no help I'm always the one wearing the bruised shoes and I'm tired of it. I been looking for a job. No luck yet tho. I just wanna have like a 2 week heroin binge, justa leave life and gain some courage. I'm sorry lord I'm trying. They even hung Jesus ona cross tho.

Stop all my fears cause I'm hopeless. I hate my girl but I love her that's a damn shame. I hate how she can do anything to me and I just let it go. But she act like we spose to be even cause I be fucking hoes. Nah... that ain't shit. And ever since 08 I made sure I've been protected ever since. Since then problems have arose. I see the people she's let touch her and the people that's tried to talk to her in my mind. Ontop of that I'm struggling. I'm being carried without balance so I'm hanging on to nothing. Everybodies going their seperate ways and I'm searching for my way to go. I try to make myself believe that this part of the game is part of the game. But I be feeling more lost than most. Kevins gf died and it still bothers me. I feel like I shoulda died and she shoulda lived. I'm worthless anyway. She had purpose. Maybe that's not even for me to say or talk about tho. Good morning for this long stressful day. At least this blog post made me feel a little better. Sigh