It seems like its always a struggle when I ask my mother for something. And I rarely ask she for anything. I haven't had an ipod since like Febuary. But I'm working on a song and I want to prep myself while I'm on the move as oppsed to doing it in the 6 hours I am home. So I call my mom and she tells me,"We have to discuss that and then I'll give you the Ipod." right? But my whole thing is 1) she doesnt listen to it 2) She knows I'm a junky and music the pipe 3) She let her dusthead boyfriend give it to his homeboy and he had it for a good 3 months (a stranger) I'm on my Way of the Peaceful Warrior shit. My mother doesn't have to trust me, like or even love me. And I'm OD cool with that. But when she does things like this...it hurts...you know? She gives me all the guidelines and rhetoric that she would give a average person on the street. Why?
I turned on my computer and this popped up (http://www.dignifiedcaskets.com/?Click=37) out of all the porn sites, couple matching sites and the like why would a site for coffins pop up on my computer...is the government trying to send me a message?
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So I got a new joint. No names we aint gonna do that. But I'm trying to distinguish if he is my boyfriend or main flow. I really try hard not to talk about the state of any of my unions. I wish not to jinx them. But here are a list of things I hate and like about the young chap.
Dislikes 1) How he acts 10 years younger than what he already is and he is a year younger than me! 2) Him drinking my Minute Maid Cherry Limeade out the container 3) Getting into my bed with his dirty sneaker socks 4) Taking 2 hours, literally, to bring back whatever I asked to get him from the store 5) His comrades who are trying to fuck me 6) His fascination with being Don MAgic Juan (just the swag NOT the company) 7) Forgetfulness 8) His ever slick harlem boy mouth 9) His lazy 10) His extracurricular activities
Likes 1) He watched Zeitgeist from beginning to end then took it upstairs and showed it to the homeys 2) Has a deep seething hate for the NYPD 3) Going to the army (so he can teach me how to take guns apart) 4) He can freestyle better than most mcs in the game and has no intentions of being a rapper 5) He is bold and rebellious and says whatever he feels 6) He will man up for being wrong 7) He is teaching me how to be a japaholic 8) He looks like a young dark skin Tupac 9) Even though he doesnt claim me as his girl he dont let birds be fly in his face 10) He tries to teach me new things but stops in the middle lol he has ADD 11) He reminds me of Claude Brown in Man Child in the Promised Land 12) He doesnt drink...at all
Things We Have in Common
1) Ride the 5 2) Love gangster flicks 3) Love sweet potato pies from Crown Fried Chicken 4) All day potheads 5) Common sense 6) Like to make money 7) Always on the move 8) Sloppy organized 9) nicotine obsession 10) Slapboxaholics (we practice on each other) 11) Stay in bed til noon
Okay I have been ironing out the details. I'm having the book release party for Constellation of a Black Star in November date tba I'm having it at Revival.
Cakeman Raven is making my Cake
And you already know the book is going to be the truth...
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.
It's going to be the best poem I've ever written. I was inspired by The Complete Grimm's Fairytales. Most people think there are only like 10 or so Fairytales; Jack and the Beanstalk, Little Red Riding Hood (It's Little Red Cap in the book), Snow White, Rapunzel and Thumbalina. In actuality there are about 210. My poem is basically referances to all of them. I dont know if I want to tie in several stories or focus on one main chracter. But I'm laying the groundwork.
You know Silky my sister in law, comrade, secretary and life coach lol. But nah for real we found out today that her great grandmother Jaunita was my grandfather's 1st cousin. Now technically that would make us cousins by blood. Now aint that sum hotness. I find this funny because we was going everywhere telling people we was sisters or cousins and it just happens to be true....sometimes I swear I'm my own genie.
(Wolf Howls) I'm not a hunter but i am told, that, uh, in places like in the arctic, where indiginous people sometimes might, might, hunt a wolf, they'll take a double edged blade, and they'll put blood on the blade, and they'll melt the ice and stick the handle in the ice, so that only the blade is protruding, and that a wolf will smell the blood and wants to eat, and it will come and lick the blade trying to eat, and what happens is when the wolf licks the blade, of course, he cuts his tongue, and he bleeds, and he thinks he's really having a good thing, and he drinks and he licks and he licks, and of course he is drinking his own blood and he kills himself, thats what the Imperialists did with us with crack cocaine, you have these young brothers out there who think they are getting something they gonna make a living with, they is getting something they can buy a car, like the white people have cars, why can't i have a car? they getting something they can get a piece of gold, white people have gold, why can't i have gold? they getting something to get a house, white people have a house, why can't i have a house? and they actually think that theres something thats bringing resources to them, but they're killing themselves just like the wolf was licking the blade, and they're slowly dying without knowing it. thats whats happening to the community, you with me on that? thats exactly, precisely what happens to the community, and instead of blaming the hunter who put the damn handle and blade in the ice for the wolf, that what happens is the wolf gets the blame, gets the blame for trying to live, thats what happens in our community, you don't blame the person, the victim, you blame the oppressor, Imperialism, white power is the enemy, was the enemy when it first came to Africa, and snatched up the first African brothers here against our will, is the enemy today, and thats the thing that we have to understand.
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