So much on my mind that I can't recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving
Hello, it's me
I've thought about us for a long, long time
Maybe I think too much but something's wrong
There's something here that doesn't last too long
Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine
Seeing you
Or seeing anything as much as I do you
I take for granted that you're always there
I take for granted that you just don't care
Sometimes I can't help seeing all the way through
It's important to me that you know you are free
'Cause I never want to make you change for me
Think of me
You know that I'd be with you if I could
I'll come around to see you once in a while
Or if I ever need a reason to smile
And spend the night if you think I should
"Hello to You" - The Isley Brothers
so after a long wait...
the moment has arrived!
oh you didn't know? //va is back
packin heat! it's been hella
long overdue, but you know
only the //va crew can do it.
of course we're gonna come back
killin the blog world with hella
insights, news, and editorials.
now we got new folks writing,
getting their editorial on
for the rest of the crew and the
old school heads are back to. on the
real though, it's good to
have that place up and running again.
i have hella memories attached and
dusting off those old (web)pages
drives me to grow
even more than i already have.
now you know i don't
mean to get all notsalgic,
even though i've been
scanning all the old archives
seeing what folks wrote
a while ago. but i think this'll be
good. the new //va.
even though it's not the
same...it should be good too.
//verbalacupuncture
yeah...looking at my last post, i can tell i was a little too overambitious...
today i'ma start keeping up with it.
or else i'ma just cancel my blog.
just kidding. i've been doing this shit way too long.
anyways, i really
need to keep my writing
and creative juices going.
i went to cal expo today for independence
day fireworks festivities.
of course the place was HELLA packed for the summer
night ritual. i think the craziest
thing that i saw today
was a country band from oakland. no really...
a country western band...from oakland.
now i know i've seen everything.
to top it off, in the parking lot i saw
this dude gas break dipping to that
one kelis song, "bossy"
shit was fucking hillarious. his
car was this white kia
and the thing kept
rocking back and forth
even while stuck in parking lot traffic.
you'd think he'd have the sense to put
on something else unless he is
unusually fascinated with that song.
oh, i also
found out that sacramento is
filled with the most random collection of folks.
but i guess that shit should be
understood by now. i mean
to live here all my life and not notice that
is impossible. i like this
cow town though. i went past
auburn to placerville to go pick some
nice blueberries with my mom, dad, and cousin.
tell me why i'm actually pretty
good at finding nice, plump,
edible, blueberries?
to tell
you the truth, i think ma dukes was
oh so proud of me.
uh...
or not.
for real, tell me why that shit was actually
fun.
maybe it's cause i was with my family
yenno? or it
might be just cause
i'm a norcal kid and i'm in touch with
nature. that's what we
do up here. deal with it.
but you don't hear me though
back again in the muthafuckin houuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse
Okay so it's settled. I'm going to try and make a more concious effort to try and keep up with this thing. I think it's just because I wanna be part of the BRL Collective. Who knows? Maybe if I keep this up another blogging collective will resurrect itself from the internet dead. We'll see.
But seriously, writing in this is healthy. This provides me with the creative stimulation I need to get me through the day. I've got it! Instead of 15 minutes myspacing...how about 10 minutes myspacing and 5 minutes blogging. Yes! The magic formula!
3 hours before my last final of the semester and i do not feel prepared at all
Parina Lounge is an ugly place. No really. Dirty floors, dirty tables, fucking college kids just can't seem to take care of their environment. Every morning around 4:00 AM the cleaning lady comes around to vaccum, wipe down tables, and throw away trash. However, it's a safe bet that the place is a pigsty by 12:00 PM with tables sticky from tobasco sauce while unidentifiable food objects lounge on the lounge floor.
This is where I choose to spend most of my time here at USF.
I think this is really the only place on campus that feels like a college. It's a centralized communal area where students can just post/kick it/bullshit. In the hustle and bustle world of the University of San Francisco, places like these are a rarity. One of the things I didn't like about USF was the lack of an active campus life. Parina Lounge is the closest I can get thus explaining my love affair for this ugly. ugly, room.
I just wish people would throw away their fucking trash.
I woke up this mornin' and seen somethin' bright
Was that you?
Then I heard a voice
Sound like birds outside
Was that you?
But I bet you didn't know
You're my sugar honey iced tea, baby
You're just as sweet as can be
Your momma must be made of sugar
Your daddy makes honey
And that's what makes sense to me, oh!
Not sure if I was dreamin' of you and I
Was that true? Oh, I don't know
Smilin' and squeezin' in the bluest sky
Wasn't that true?
But I bet you didn't know
You're my sugar honey iced tea, baby
You're just as sweet as can be
Your momma must be made of sugar
Your daddy makes honey
And that's what makes sense to me, oh!
Open my arms
See my love's a window, it's open for you
Not to hurt you
Actually reverse effects like that in a Tide commercial
We'll be blowin' free in the wind
It's a sunny day, I sip your love and grin
Two steps to my love, baby
Two steps to my love
But I bet you didn't know
You're my sugar honey iced tea, baby
You're just as sweet as can be
Your momma must be made of sugar
Your daddy makes honey
And that's what makes sense to me, oh!
Open my arms
See my love's a window, it's open for you
Not to hurt you
Actually reverse effects like that in a Tide commercial
We'll be blowin' free in the wind
It's a sunny day, I sip your love and grin
-kelis, sugar honey iced tea
ferreal though...i'm hella weird
written while sitting at the 24 hour starbucks with EYEs matching the color of my tea
I really should be studying right now, I have a test at 10:30 tomorrow morning and I don't know shit. But, I need to write. Funny, cause I'm gonna write about being at a loss for words. Not cause I don't have anything to say, but because I'm not quite sure how to say it.
I feel that the only way I can really communicate is through verse.
And what better way to communicate? Every sentence carefully composed to make them feel. Each line crafted with the sole purpose of baring soul. That's no bullshit, sincere, real talk...simply put: the truth. So what happens when I stop writing?
Because honestly, I haven't written in awhile.
By the way, this is not on some emo or Ne-Yo shit...so don't get it twisted. This is more of an explaination, and to pose a question that will be MISinterpreted as rhetorical.
Fuck it.
CaUSe you know what?
Poetry sucks.
=p
sincerity
enter
element
yesterday
offering
unknown
new
environment
x
tomorrow
live
imagine
follow
escape
time
introspect
maintain
elevate
the truth
fubar
tonight's kinda got me thinking about what folks that i looked up to. obviously they weren't the all perfect beings they were in my head, but it's a trip to think about, "oh shit...they were just like me. tripping over the same shit. looking at me the same way i look at them." it's a little overwhelming. or maybe just for me in my current state.
abucayan!
congrats lori
dilla!
rip jay dee. donuts.
voodoo
real talk...i've been having a pretty rough week. it seems as if lady luck is only serenading me with the blues...but it's whatever. honestly i'm not as bummed abou shit as i should be, but i guess that's a good thing. i guess it also helps that i'm about ready to pass the fuck out with some drank flowing.
fuck that i got yr head still bobbin and my verse didn't rhyme
blur
placeholding.
onemogin
sleep to peep dreams that never cease
beligerent but acting indifferent with no release
somebody else's.
spontinaeity
Does it still count if yr planning to be spontaneous?
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer ;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.
- robert herrick - "to the virgins, to make much of time"
It pains me to see so many folks pay so fucking much just to read a book.
telefono
So I fucking hate going into work at Alumni Giving. It starts at 5:30, I always feel like it's interrupting my day. But it's like a drug, I come out feeling like I'm on top of the world. I had some good calls today though. I talked to a nun for about 20 minutes. We were just chopping it up about how much campus has changed since she went to school here. She was schooling me on the history department and the great faculty they had. Hella fun to talk to, I wish more folks were like that.
mp3izzle download
Percy Miracles - Sweet Percy
you write differently when you know you have an audience
Hello moto.
french vanilla
Nestle makes the best coffee creamer, hands down. When $1.85 cups of Starbucks house blend catch up to you, you need a way to excite things with the coffeemaker. The solution: Nestle's Coffee-mate French Vanilla Coffee Creamer. According to the label, it recieved the 2003 Gold Taste Award by the American Tasting Institute. It certainly earned that recognition, because this creamer is fucking good. Sometimes I wish I carried around a bottle of this powder with me. Actually, I prefer the liquid variety, but the powder was all they had at the food mart next door.
junelove
I guess...yr the exception to the bodyroll+shake rule. And now I can't say shit...you gorgeous asshole. You know you hella jock my two-step anyways...
tickets
So in light of recent events, it has been decided that the LucasandJonpalooza 2006 will be held at Chuck-E-Cheese. It's a nice, fun-filled, family catered establishment that doesn't serve alcohol. I mean really, a night of vomiting and a morning of overhangs, or a 200 ticket Chinese yo-yo? Who doesn't like skee-ball? My only gripe about Chuck-E-Cheese growing up was that the place smelled like feet. I don't really like the smell of feet.
kelly clarkson
You know it's a bopper party when some dude's grill hella blinds you while he's jumping up and down to "Since You've Been Gone". His chains hella hitting similarly jumping girls in the face. Never seen someone mosh with a thizz-face and a 5XL shirt before. Hillarious. I still think that song was ghostwritten by Jonah.
unexpected
difficult to breathe freedom
limitations caused by imitations
elicit reserved confrontations
giving the half not the full
shit's empty without the bull
embracing the five steps
shared before beautiful
maneuver through indecisive
half shit act quick
cool on the one
flip it on the two
steady with fluidity is
some shit that ain't you
inspiring to be jaded
living the postemeditated
because afterthoughts
give birth to aftershocks
turning shook ones
from haves to have-nots
half full to half empty
ain't no good but there's plenty
the search for truth
exists only in the
saliva dripping from
burnt tounges
dreams exist only
in inebriated states
of the artificial
inspiration exists
with the exhalation of
burnt lungs
sorry ms. larrieux, nothing's sacred anymore.
breathe from the heart, not from the lung
speak from the heart, not from the tounge
please learn.
227.25
I don't know what to say. Brandon put it best yesterday when he was talking about how, "The vision is there, but it's as if your hands can't keep up." I want to write. I feel like I have a story to tell right now. But I can't think of the proper words to say.
I wish we could all see beautiful.