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gretchen is a writer in new york city

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Namaste blog tribe

For those of you still around, all of the love in the world to you. I’ve been thinking a lot about FollowMeToNYC lately. I’ve also received a handful of messages after my last post asking how to find me these days. Continue reading

i said…

Sometimes, my favorite part of being a Writer is when I hear other ones sweep by. This is what I’ve been stuck on recently:

Yah yah bitch, back up off me
You don’t know me, I’m too clean, I’m too holy, bitch I’m godly
I only go for real niggas who don’t brag ’bout what they bought me
Cause they know I got a bag, gotta fuck me up some commas

If I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress me
Don’t be blowin’ up my phone and don’t be leavin’ voice messages
And I can do you right, do you better than your exes
I told that nigga to stop it, he was talkin’ out his necklace
See the difference with me, I never needed niggas, ever
I’ll leave ’em where I met ’em, I ain’t trippin’ off no, ever
Goons in the cut try to talk you out your necklace
If you ever disrespect me, pussy, don’t be disrespectful
I said woo, I said I know, I know, I know
He heard about me, he was waitin’ on me at the door
I said woo, yeah that mink all on the floor
Used to bust the skatin’, 6 to 9, come in at 4
We got glow sticks for you ho chicks
Bitch don’t act like you don’t know this
I’m very antisocial, social network ain’t my motion (I don’t move like that)
I sure know emotions, niggas, bitches is disgustin’
Bananas with the Trojans, pop that pussy for a legend

I said woo, I said I know, I know, I know
I said bitch back up off me


 

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Namaste blog tribe

You know, I remember starting this page with a broken heart and lack of a prayer on getting to New York City. Then I got here in a volcanic blast of emotion and life adjustment after spending ten years in another country. THEN I lost my job, I guess that was the official point of: alright, no more tears over exes… no more taking for granted how hard I work… onto the next one. Continue reading

back up

Namaste darlings

After a few day hiatus where I filed down jagged life pieces, chopped up smooth ones and found ways to click and jab them all back together again…

Here I am. I apologize to anyone I frightened and appreciate the love that poured in with phrases like, “Oh my God! Did your site crash?” “Darling, are you ok?” And “I love reading your blog, I hope you’re alright.”

It was the first time in 54 months that I took down my web playground. There are a few reasons around it, nothing I feel like getting into right now.

In other news, the lovers are still nesting in my Hell’s Kitchen abode. I’ve been going on stacks of interviews. This Tuesday, I actually have four in one day. All at the same place. I’m pretty sure if my shine is bright enough, it’s my official train ticket back into town.

Nesting on a farm for five minutes had its moments, but obviously – New York City is the only place for me, when it comes to the U.S. If I want to find somewhere far away and quiet, I’ll go back to northern Australia.

There’s a life Manhattan makes for me that I couldn’t see clearly over the past 36 months for a few reasons. I went from one garbage relationship straight into another one, I dealt with two of my best friends committing suicide and then there’s the ugly “that happened” incident I’m not allowed to talk about.

I’ve come out stronger. I knew I was strong before, and I knew I was independent. But it wasn’t until the most recent upside down flipping of my world that both of these things carried me long enough to gain my true appreciation.

Oh, and the book… the book

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