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gretchen is a writer in new york city

Tag: listening (page 10 of 39)

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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23 to 319 to 1287

My unforeseen four-month dip from life has brought forth all sorts of never expected epiphanies.

For example, I’ve been thinking a lot about what’s gotten me to exactly here. I went from a decade in Australia to 36-months state-side to this, essentially – now.

Australia is roughly the same size as the continental U.S. And there are 23 million people there, just about. In the States, there’s 319 million humans – approximately.

Sharing my life amongst such extremities is one of the components that makes me, Me. My unique contribution to Us, if you will. Continue reading

this could really be

Full circle syndrome continues to swirl around me.

Back in 2002, I think I was at a similar point. I was a bit disenchanted by popular culture, a little put off by what I see day to day.

Part of the appeal of a stranger appearing and inviting me to Australia was basic. Leaving a country of over 300 million for an island continent of under 30 million. There’s a silence to that I just can’t articulate.

If I had $5, and a better idea of puppy transportation… I’d be on the next flight to Australia. I still remain to be, however, someone that has the concept of everything happening for a reason ingrained in veins of my lifetimes. Those aren’t words that spill easily from my lips. They’re syllables that are often impossible to swallow, actually. But like my inherent belief in a Higher Power, it’s just something I was born with. Continue reading

truffle butter

So I was on about my favorite Nicki track off Pink Print a few weeks ago. They’re actually all my favorite…

Anyways, I’ve been feeling less emo recently. I’ve moved away from R&B, through a brief rock period and now I’m back to Prink Print.

I miss my crew in Australia. My fellow Writer wenches and Artistic posse of love spreaders. It makes me smile watching us all make moves with new creations and surreal experiences of inspiration.

I like seeing whole crew make it. That’s part of what I dig about Nicki and Young Money – in addition to the fact that each one of them has a sick flow and smart words.

And I’ve always been sucker for smart words…

“I ain’t gotta compete with a single soul. I’m good with the ballpoint game, finger roll.”

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