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About Me

Introduction far from home. i watch cartoons. i read books. but i never finish them. i paint shirts. i drink milk. i freestyle in my car. i create tv. video. movies. i go to church. speak my mind. make mistakes. i kno thugs. i kno millionares. i aint niether. im lame. sometimes nerdy. sometimes cool. im the son of a preacher man. president of my own team. 2 cent ENT LLC. is official. young black entrepreneur. i understand what black means. ima make history. i promise. join me.

I'd Like To Meet my memories. someone who tasted death, someone who expeirenced life. The one who God wants me to marry. my future kids, my future enemies. The wise, to make me think, Hot gurls to make me wink. The dumb, to make me laugh. Inspiration. The man (or woman) inside the Barney costume.. God. before death. an angel. a groupie. My childhood dreams. The wolrd, of today and tomorrow....and of yesterday. so i could meet the Klu Klux Klan with an desert eagle...an empty it like the desert. an eagle while it flies. A caveman, an ask him if he came from an ape. The first gay man an ask him why he chooses not to be strait. LOVE if it exist. and ask it if any mortal eva found it. Every Bling blinger, Grammy award singer. Kanye West...just to agree that he's the best....Alicia Keys. just to stare in person. Michael Eric Dyson and Cornel West, so they could teach. Spike lee so i could beg him to watch my reel and give me chance. The creator of every holiday. Billie holiday, Halle Berry, Holly Robinson Pete...now thats a holiday. Dr. King and walk by his side so he could whisper secrets in my ear. Malcolm X. Little X. Gordon Parks. Rosa Parks. JFK. Jam Masta Jay. Tupac. Henrdrix at Woodstock. Huey P. Newton. Sir Issac Newton..... i wanna meet everyone worth their life.

im no different from the rest....

My Blog

Give Us A Reason To Dream ( Speach from 2003)

I ran across this site that still had this speach i did when i was in 12th grade....throw back.check it out though..Student Voice at the Intermediary Network Spring InstituteBrandan Odums, a high scho...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jan 2007 01:30:00 GMT

prelude to a dream.

to whom it may concern:Such a beautiful transfusion it is to stop and think of you.Almost as beautiful as you are.And almost as happy as we were.For that time.You were mine.I was yoursSuch a complicat...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 02:48:00 GMT

car ride.

b real.the good ol days is what they call em.i remember em well.we spent most of our time together in my car.i dont really like my car.but the times you sat in that passenger seatmy car was the only w...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 03:55:00 GMT

this day.

I need a boat.A small boat.With room just for me.Or better yet a car.A very fast car.like that white Bronco OJ Simpson drove.Or a space ship.With no space suit.And only enough fuel to launch.None to r...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Jul 2006 23:05:00 GMT

my work. a lil.

some ppl kept askin me to post the links up to a few videos. so i just decieded to put some on a blog so it will always b here. ....just some work i did over the years.DIZZY's "DAY AFTER TOMORROW" mus...
Posted by on Mon, 08 May 2006 10:30:00 GMT

encore.

i recently went bak to new orleans, to visit my home. many things happen when ur reunited with your heart. this is the tale of one of those unfortunate events...i saw the sign that read her old street...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 02:34:00 GMT

before i lay

its 6:30 in the am. and i just finished paintin 3 shirts1 lil wayne shirt1 shirt of a gorillaand 1 shirt of looters..i particularly liked that one.not nearly enough tho.im forced to go to sleep now.i ...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Mar 2006 03:31:00 GMT

dear woman.

She threw her hips to the right side and played with her hair as she studied the contents of my wall. a silhouette so perfect looking at it felt like a crime."i'm in love with your work." she spoke."h...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Mar 2006 04:07:00 GMT

quik one.

this is not a love song.more like the echo'n cords of jimi's guitar.ringing out to the hill tops.wrinkling corprate suites.untieing ties.cotton ones and blood ones.more like the revolution spoke by Gi...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 04:26:00 GMT

vent.

ok. so im teaching myself not to care.but im doing a bad job of learning.feelings so familar to mearive like a stranger never met before.and i thought i made myself numb to this.and im so surprised it...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Mar 2006 04:18:00 GMT