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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...

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...

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...

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...
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