Ironic, now that she dwelt upon it, a joke more or less; against herself, her potential and her dreams – a ludicrous life lived with passionate altruism.
What was the girl to do?
Sure she’s lazy and a wee bit crazy… It’s just the way her brain rolls. Welcome to the most backwards person you’ll ever meet.
It’s been a long time, she thought that she was going to change the pattern, nope. All she did was add more to her plate and allow a lot of (important/interesting/quirky) things to fall by the wayside.
Here we go again, trying to start anew, even if it’s crap. It’s better to rap the shit out than to let the shit stew, pollute and kill… *winks*
Will she get better, maybe – as always it’s dependent upon moods and whim (but this was already known & explains aforementioned laziness).
So each hand can move independently, each firing different pistons, each with a goal in mind!
No longer broken [it's similar to when Autobots join/come together] the way superhero feels milliseconds b4 victory!
Spending a summer by my side, you let me dream that you would come to Yours Truly, even though this insipid and intrepid reporter is always reporting and being too negative!
How do you wanna me to make the funny?!!
I tell you da truth, so it’s negative – it’s fuckin hilarious!
And the fact that there could be an element of truth in this shit makes this even funnier!!
[Especially if you can see what lies ahead, don't worry... take your time...]
I can imagine when I get to script about real shit!
So for now, kindly allow me to take y’all on a long and dreary journey, so when we finally reach ‘that’ point; you’ll appreciate the funny!
Trying to pick the rose outta the concrete of my veins, oh what a phase… Trying to pick the rose outta the concrete of my veins…
Oh what a phase! =9
Above: Souls of Mischief “From 93- Infinity”♫
And just for a wee bit of extra flavour; here’s Justin’s “What Goes Around” ♫: Yup, yup…
If you look around me – you’d see the mess, you’d see the farcical ways, you’d see the hope… Even though, nothings going on, I still have hope!
I still wake up.
I still breathe.
And gradually I am still learning how to love me a bit more.
I am keeping well!
Surprize, surprize… Unemployed, yet ambitious and hopeful!
A bit lazy, though but I want bigger things now and any ole job will finish me off mentally. The robot has gone into the shop and is finally getting an upgrade! I am beginning to accept that even though I work hard, my persona [a little too honest and a little too real] will always land me on the curb!
All I can hope for, is that I’ll never forget this moment. Not only because of the sadness, but because there’s a tiny whiff of hope too. I had a deja vu and superstitious soul that I am, knows that I had to look really hard at what was about to transpire. God was going to tell me something important…
I can say, that I heard him say: Don’t give up, keep on writing – keep on believing in yourself. Even though, I feel all alone, know that He loves me and that’s all I need. So I’m still dreaming a dream and for now, I’m still going to reach out my hands to help those select few, even though I have finally realized that they may never turn around and help me. “They have to look out for themselves!”
And there’s not much else I can say, my wrists hurt and so does my head – too much writing and crying ;(
Behold, the rise of the anti_D8r *kisses teeth* Ooops, u still trying…
Today’s Date: The Soup Kitchen
Best Move: Scalding hot soup splashing in your lap.
Best ♥ Scene: A kiss is blown your way!
Arch Nemesis: The bastard (who blew kiss) won’t refill your soup…
How will it end?? Badly! Tune back to the Anti-DAter, l8r – k, haters!!
My brother & I were musing how there really are no more Black heroes, with Issac, Bernie and Michael gone. Who will we look up to? Then we remembered that Ali was still around, (and I’m forgetting others, just hard to think of anyone, because really, all these great activists/artisans are gone!)
Today’s Black artists, are too sexual, too crass, they ‘blow up’ stereotypes and for the most part they perpetuate ignorance/appear uneducated… Can you see 50, Kanye, Ne-Yo or Drake writing a hit about healing the world and more importantly DONATING their time or money? I can’t picture them all appearing in the same video to promote peace, love, understanding or hope…. I can’t picture them marching while singing We Shall Overcome, or decrying the war in Iraq or the turmoil in Iran; I mean I can’t even picture them doing a cheesy photo op outside a community centre.
Hey, that’s the new millennium for you… It’s all about me and me and screw you and you too! It’s impossible to believe in anyone (besides oneself) or to fight for a cause, because it’s all about being categorized: sexy, slutty, emo, Black, White, Asian, cool, hip, funky, a punk, a gangbanger; you gotta rep how tough the streets are and how far you’ve come & you don’t care who you fuck over along the way or alternatively you grew up with luxuries and you gotta throw them away in order to be you! Fuck history is the motto of today’s youth, just staying in place and living like there’s only today - damn we are regressing!
You’ve got to be kidding me – here’s Top 7 why Jon & Kate was publicity stunt from beginning. Let this reality/anti-reality war-game continue to stampede and dupe us their gullible audience…Well, yous guys got duped! Sorry, I claim innocence, just this once! Go back and watch our favourite reality family again, ask your friends, or tweet it goddamn you!
1. Early episodes, Jon and Kate had no chemistry! [If anti-d8r can spot this fatal flaw! SMH... NB I know nothing but nothing about relationships... But I mean, c'mon here!??! They never locked eyes: showed dat magic '♥' look, not even when they looked at their kids!!
2. Kate always wore the pants and Jon took it - Fuckin eh?!
3. They have EIGHT goddamn kids!! [CUTEY-PIEs they are! I kinda imagined Jon and Kate as a modern day Brady Bunch/Jolie-Pitt opening sketch thing!]
Because I’ve added a new show to my arsenal, How I Met Your Mother.
Wait?! Before you comment and rhuin, yes rhu-hu-innn, the show for me; please note I’m starting from the beginning, a la Season 1! I knew Neil Patrick Harris was in the show, but I KNEW that I didn’t wanna trip down the Doogie Howser M.D memory lane… so I waited!
Then I saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall & was treated to a sight, I’d love to know WHY [the real why, the dirt, I mean isn't there a rule about what you can show, doesn't this movie count as porn on some deeply-seated-fairly-obvious level??] Why did the directors/writers/whomever think that they could tease us with Jason Segel like that??!! Feel free to fill me in [I live in a box, I only see what I choose to/happen upon... but you already knew this, right??!!]
The jalopy starts again, damn this thing is one step from the dump. It’s past time for an upgrade, but sentimentality and hope, rewriting history with another draft, stuttering and stopping. The ol jalopy just wreaking a little havoc … just one more lap [albeit a L-OOOOOOOOOOO-NNNNNNNNN-GGGGGGGGG one]!!
The rapid drumbeats like the movements and the motions of the heart, each verse bringing one closer and closer to tears. Is this, can this love materialize into reality? We ‘glow’ apart, but are too shy and too wary to admit these feelings to each other. For years, each summer we would meet and pass glances at each other. Oftentimes simply brushing past each other, a wink or a smile (only once did someone almost ‘out’ us, I guess we were both good at denying ‘this’); besides what did we know of each other? I rest at singles’ nook and cranny; you could have a wife or kids, at least a long term girl lurking in the shadows & all you needed to feel better was a distraction… Time finally wound it’s way around, the glances and the beats merged and the ♥♥_er-coaster began!
It was like something you’ve never seen b4. Well… Fine, maybe in a soap!
She has a handful, he was a prince!
Her weapons of choice, guns and abstinence! The old and pure one, it was all he could think of – two bulls couldn’t reign. He had to fight, he had to taste…
She wasn’t having it and p[ushe]d him and shhhhhh[usssssssssssssshhhhhe]d him B-A-C-K! She wasn’t having it!
And so it began, you have read about the violence.
It began with art, wisdom and a cobra in the grass, a lonely dove flying in the air and morphing into a dreaded tink-er-Belle! She didn’t know that this was it, what ♥ would be for her…
tashpoeme: I have this phobia: prescription drugs. I keep reading how it fucks ppl up! If I must 'fix' a)I'll sleep b)I'll drank some bizzy tea..Egads!
If you’re going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you’re going to be locked up. Hunter S. Thompson… The job of an artist is to be of his time…
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