confounding expectations (how apropos)

Verse Three: Grand Puba As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt A forty and a blunt, that’s all she really wants But she’ll spend your papes and she’ll use up all your plastic And if you swing an ep you’d better wear a prophylactic Cause things are getting drastic Slide […]

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paura

i live in contant, unyielding terror that a paternal relative of mine will stumble on this website, and, god forbid, read the damn thing. I shudder at the thought of one of my italian cousins realizing, to their stunned dismay, what an unrepentant racist I truly am. I am not a racist, honestly, but if […]

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on the occasion of my sister’s wedding.

Love is passion, true, and love is dynamic, dramatic, feral and free, but love also is gentle stillness, serenity and calm in the face of misfortune. Love is sharing. Love is consideration, giving till there is nothing left to give, but also is love selfish, greedy, domineering, demanding of full attention, faith, and faithfulness. Love […]

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sangin’.

to a chanteuse. confounding torch songs and expectations with equal aplomb. you are going to be exquisite tonight. I know that much. even without the flute nonsense…who are you, herbie mann? sadia is not yusef lateef. singin your lovely little hybrid ass off? that’s you. even playsinging, at karaoke night in your aunt’s house. blew […]

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