Gas Station Official

Green cups of fuel to fire up this Hip Hop team passed all around.

It’s another day of the Gas Station vlog and podcast show.

The fellas are ready to talk life, music, skills, and passion for their love of Hip Hop.

When individual artist who have been thriving for greatness on their own team up. You absolutely know that there will be a match lit.

Firing up the sound waves in Omaha Nebraska and Los Angeles CA the Gas Station team is ready for the silent whisper of fame to show them to the world.

Members L-Mac’n, Pocket Pete, Koolaid, Koolybop, and Champ Hillbilly bring their musical talents together through lyrical genius and enriched sounds.

Check out Gas Station Official on Instagram, YouTube, and Facebook.

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Hope your day is going great and may gratitude and love lead you forward.

Xoxo Kandee

It’s a Sin to mess with my Zen

Today has been a long day. Off to work by 7:45 to get there at 8.

Stay til 6.

I’m grateful for the hours. Sometimes sitting with my thoughts too long gives me a heep of information but not enough fulfillment in the lonely moments.

It’s nice to share your thoughts with someone.

I stay inside most of my days away from the race of life. Which is why I appreciate it when I get out.

I find it hard for me to interact with people from time to time.

My peace is very important to me.

It’s taken years to achieve Zen.

I’m being more open to the mindset of being adventurous and seeing the world. Yet I’m cautious of the dark minds that I may encounter along the way.

My motto is that the more positive I am the better.

It’s a Sin to mess with my Zen, and it’s a blessing if you can help me stay in it.

Hope your night is filled with love.

Xoxo Kandee

Namaste is the way

PS. T-shirts will be available soon 😼

Smoken Sex

Lost text.

Forgotten thoughts.

A telepathic mess.

Screenwriting you my hearts desire starting between my legs.

Fantasy currents mixing up my emotions and confusing my inner voice.

Watching love displayed as sex on the TV.

Drawing in my last puff of thoughts of you as I do.

Sensuality at it’s height of my affection my head in the direction of reaching the point of mind blowing mental tantra water flows.

Sweat soaked sheets and a window seat view of not knowing what’s next.

I rest my thoughts on the chest of where I want to be.

C L Cunningham

📷artist Kelsey Smith

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We meet again December

Last December I was in waiting.

Waiting for love to arrive. Waiting for the next big thing in my life.

Waiting for people to notice me and invite me in.

This December is different.

I’m reaching out. I’m moving forward and I’m becoming more and more focused.

I want to manifest a beautiful life that I can enjoy as I be of service.

I’m opening up to receive the beauty that here everyday.

I’m grateful for the journey.

Happy Monday everyone

May it be the beginning of the rest of your life.

Xoxo Kandee

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1:36 Am

Sounds of loneliness creeping in. Reminding me of years past.

It’s Saturday morning and I’m where I should be… Home.

Learning to listen to my inner goddess and opening up my soul to the truth and it’s becoming more real than I ever wanted to feel.

Happy Saturday everyone in the world.

Xoxo Kandee

📷Nicholas Denmon quotes

Emphatic

The showing of emotions as energy has been one tiny victory after another.

I tend to be everywhere at one time.

My mind is on work, and my creativity. My family and friends and all the visions that come with those thoughts..

Each day I’m trying to get to my dreams and loves through the power of my mind.

I feel deeply and sometimes I’m overwhelmed.

I try not to let it get me down. Reading, meditation and manifesting my intentions help me each day.

How about you? What are you doing to handle day to day life?

Drop me a line .

Have a great day everyone.

Xoxo Kandee

Namaste is the way 🙏🌌

Punishment

It’s early morning and I’ve been up thinking 💭.

About how my life turned out to be the way it is now.

I just got engaged to my ex husband. It literally sounds weird to say that.

No-one else has been supportive of that decision but the children. Let me sit in that statement.

The ones who were in the home with us are the ones who believe that we can build a better foundation for the future.

They seen the struggle the arguments and the shatter of the marriage. Yet in still our support is coming from the place of hope.

I’m not sorry for trying things that others have said no to. I’m just trying to live with all of the choices I’ve made in the past. Taking them to the realists truths that I can find and hopefully moving forward in peace.

My punishment is my own self esteem being broken into pieces every time I chase something that makes me feel pain, sadness and anger.

I beat myself up after the haze has cleared. When no one is around I analyze my actions over and over again.

This time I want to look back and say I did exactly what I needed to do to be able to wake up in the morning with a positive start and a smile on my face.

– C L Cunningham

Happy Thursday everyone may it bring you happiness, love, and abundance.

Xoxo

Kandee

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Sunday Funday Quote

Namaste 🙏 everyone and good morning luvs. I set my intentions on love, gratitude, and thankfulness. For the wonderful people who are in my life. My family and friends. Co workers and online community. For the beautiful people that I meet everyday in this strange world of ours. I salute the glorious sunshine in your spirits and I transcend my light with the universal divine spirit as we all unite as one in goodness and glory. Sending peace and prosperity to all on this peaceful Sunday 💛

Xoxo Kandee

📸 IG @thewavesandtheocean

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This time of day

“When neither is attended,and I think the nightingale if she should sing by day when every goose is cackling-Amelia Bassano aka William Shakespeare… (The merchant of Venice-Act V, Sc.1

I stumbled upon a cup of tea in the mournings light and found her name in the stars amongst the God’s of then when love was written with a pen covered by blood ink -C L Cunningham/ Amelia Bassano

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