all I gots ta say is…speakerboxxx. the love below. get this, immediately. right on to tha real, and death to tha fakers. […]
Category: All The Rest
venerdi cinque
first off, my apologies for doin’ this, but I couldn’t resist copying you. here goes (sans psychology): 1. what housekeeping chore(s) do you hate doing the most? mopping. absolutely, positively. I would rather clean a toilet with a toothbrush then take a rubbermaid gripper mop to a filthy linoleum floor. I don’t like to fold […]
told by a fool
so finally my host got the necessary requirements for movable type. while I like it overall, I am really sorry to lose all the comments from past entries, though I could bring the old posts in here. ok, I still have to go back and fix the comments and archives pages (make em pretty and […]
Coming Mad Provocative
new layout. back to the books. […]
Never Standin’ By My Lonesome
Leave the Gun. Take the Cannoli.
I used to write such funny things. and so I have decided. law school begins in less than a week. goddamn. having only just returned in the wee hours from new jersey, where i played the happy nursemaid for a week, i prepare as best I can for the tumult of bullshit I shall soon […]
What Is Past
two, sitting. me in the chair now fairly coated in the earthly and earthy sacrament of our lasciviousness and sexual creativity. you in its gorgeous, timeworn, five-dollar, multi-slatted cousin, across the hardwood floors adored by nakachi. scribbling furiously in our respective symbolic notebooks (the 800 lb gorilla in redmond calls them, collectively, “notepad.”) fucking frantically […]
To The Top
i have about a million things to tell the world about, but for now, this is just my lil’ communication to the hip hop heads out there…do me a solid, and let me know what you think of this list. […]
Born With No State of Mind
they sat there, perched delicately on my eyelids, trapped between each eyeball and its respective lashes. the tears should have overflowed on the spot, but instead they remained fixedly in position, awaiting some new catalyst to initiate the inevitable deluge. I tried, seriously tried, to distance myself as best I could from my old wounds. […]
I Try Not To Be Too Temperamental
“my shit is gold I hold the pole of polarity/ I go on and fondle phrases/ ages/ before you ever heard the lion roar/ my minions were preparing for my birth…” – del, ’94 via satellite goddamn, I know its been like a minute and a half since I wrote last, but shit, its not […]
Well, Allow Me To Retort
to recap: [3.31.03] we had another fight, so I wrote something about it. [4.07.03] I wrote some other things, about work, but I took it down. I kinda need this job. [4.12.03] I couldn’t think of anything to write. hijinks ensue. [4.13.03] I wrote two poems. they weren’t very good, but bah, who are you […]
Sweetheart, Goodnight
drenched in the dim light of the bustling images on the omnipresent screen, she slept. I laughed aloud repeatedly at the rerun, hoping she wouldn’t awaken, and between my buffoonish guffaws I turned and stared at her fixed and closed eyelids (just looking) as I watched her collect the covers over on her side. she […]
Tryin’ To Get A Clutch
so this is the song we play. here is our dance. you look at me, innocent as a new lamb entering the world. tell me you love me. kiss me goodbye. hang up the phone. then you scribble some little angry remark and post it. and I? I look up at you and smile ever […]
Update
or maybe not. I gotta do some thinking. be back soon. […]
Sold Out
so I guess I am caving in. I know. even though I don’t need this job, I am going to be diplomatic and take my post down. maybe I will put it up again later. to all those who enjoyed it before I took it down, well, lucky you. – management. […]