every day to now

I've been angry as of late blog family, can't lie. Livid, in fact. There's a random collection of instances bothering me. For example ex-boyfriends; the U.S. government shutting down because humans are predominately corrupt imbeciles; Miley Cyrus's ass being on the front of any and every publication across the United States of America. PS. The word "twerk" makes me throw up in my mouth. All I know is my Jamaican sisters have been shaking what...

b boys. books. being.

Yesterday on my way to eat Spanish food on restaurant row, I was pleasantly ambushed by a group of dancing boys flashing their abs in a variety of fleshy contortions. B boys! I must direct your attention to the accompanying photos blog family. Note the lack of cardboard. Homeboys were straight snaking on cement. It was a remarkable beginning to my Friday-eve celebrations. On that note, HAPPY FRIDAY Y'ALL! My weekend is booked with book. See the...

back in the city! post. birthday.

Dear Blog Family My birthday was epic! It went on for a record period of time and there were lots of things that happened during it. Nearly four years into blahg-ville, I can't possibly be dishonest about what went down over the past 48-hours. On the actual day of my birthday, I woke up in the morning and sobbed into my journal. I sobbed over a few Christmas pasts and I also spent five to ten minutes boo-hooing over the present state of general...

a(way) to remember

a(way) to remember you know. i had this touch. like it could be a... he... inside an ambiguous state. say that there is no sort of... gender... type... as if one collective rose above; while i dreamt. again. i extended to a stretch of secret. i shifted. shoulders. rolling to a waxing sky. of wonder i recall before assumption. i prefer to not identify with a single morsel of earth. because i believe there has to be others. i cannot. except....

and i’m lost without you

Isn't your heart still mine? I want to cry sometimes. Namaste blog tribe How much do we all miss Queen Aaliyah? For real. I've been on holiday for five days, official. I'm booking my ass off. Reading fictional verse leaves me reflecting on the feint lover collective I have experienced over the past 36-months. Because after all, Novel is based on torment of the heart. As an Artist, shagging is irrelevant when it comes to lovers. My heart has been...
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