Why Pan's Labyrinth is my favorite movie of all time

And most people know its because the main character Ofelia reminds me of my friend Channel; Living in her fantasy world, rebelling against authority, confronting monsters to get by and the ending when she passed abruptely. I cry sometime I see the end, but it's a good cry, a cathartic one. In my nostalgic and emotional way I liken Ofelia's descension to her 7 Circular Palace to Channel ascending to wherever. That's it...aint know more. Had to honor my passed ones on a Sunday.

Mr. Mac

Thank you for making us laugh and giving a us a good reason to sneak and hear your dirty Kingly mouth

R.I.P.

Constellation of a Block Star in a Dufflebag Near You

Yeah its been a long hard process. Much blood sweat and tears. Much leafing through my notebooks I been keeping for the last 3 years. But finally after my 10 years in the poetry game I'm self publishing my first compilation of poems and prose. Owww. I'm muy happy with myself I never thought that last year around this same time I would be publishing a book of any scale.
I had much time to reflect on these things. After coming out unscathed in the streets of Harlem and Brooklyn, 3 asshole boyfriends and occasionally run ins with the NYPD (figurative and literatively) and the death of my childhood friend Channel I was still able to produce work of substance. Even though I had vowed to myself at one point that I would never write again because I was finding out how ugly the world is and I didnt think writing about it would do much (how stupid was I?).
She never left me I just thought she had. Who can appreciate beauty without sunlight?

Happy Bday Nelz

If she was still wid us she would be 21. Staring out of the staircase window curling her short hair wid her fingertips. We'd be drinking and laughing together, running toward the sun like it was God in the valley of Gedhi (Get High). Tripping over our heels in delight pointing to the corner and its residents laughing at they boredom. I miss her...
R.I.P. Ma

Roy Dean

My grandfather died this morning. Much weed was smoked...no poems were written