fuck law school. fuck my job, my roommates and sprint pcs. fuck b.e.t. fuck critics of b.e.t. who aren’t even fuckin’ black. fuck essentialist notions of blackness. fuck copycats. fuck dreadlocks. fuck stupidity, bullshit and selfishness. fuck weird girls and fuck plagiarism. fuck mayor williams. fuck verizon and fuck bank of america. fuck 65.207.0.#. fuck […]
Month: April 2003
Tryin’ To Get A Clutch
so this is the song we play. here is our dance. you look at me, innocent as a new lamb entering the world. tell me you love me. kiss me goodbye. hang up the phone. then you scribble some little angry remark and post it. and I? I look up at you and smile ever […]
Unless You Plan to Bang
1 her hair streaked down her face like sleet on an early march evening the night walked in her shoes and mocked her brisk gait the old girl’s heel scuffed by the tiles with each quickening bootstep she moved hastily dressed in darkness easing past me through the metro doors […]
The Hotness
would that I could write on command, like so many wannabe starlets can call forth a deluge of tears on a whim for the delight of the ad and the cinematographer. alas. I have held back my words and thoughts and poorly strung together phrases for long enough, however, so I now feel compelled to […]
Update
or maybe not. I gotta do some thinking. be back soon. […]
Sold Out
so I guess I am caving in. I know. even though I don’t need this job, I am going to be diplomatic and take my post down. maybe I will put it up again later. to all those who enjoyed it before I took it down, well, lucky you. – management. […]