social skills |
running
ducking
tucking & rolling.
Weathered while waiting
for the bus ,
on the man,
for the devil.
cut down
By the skin of thine own teeth.
Way too much going on & nothing to do.
You loo...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 11:31:00 GMT |
portrait of a lightweight |
octothorp
six eight nine zero
friendship is a serious source of feedback & inspiration...
vibrations
muscle spasm therapy
my phone set to silent meditation
oh my babybrother
good grief ms. molly o...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Nov 2008 16:28:00 GMT |
uncool |
i got hit by a car on my motorbike today. i was wearing all of the proper attire. i did a flip off of the hood of the car, & i'm pretty sure that i landed on my feet. i resisted the urge to&...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 16:38:00 GMT |
at that time being. |
Yeah it was kind of a drag because we all were friends....and the years, and the tears seem like friends.
Plagiarizin' emcees get their flows distilled,
so what about those of us that pose?
See ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 15:42:00 GMT |
there’s a whole in the blog |
nice like knifehits.
accurate and tight.
screamout man demon staying out of the lite bright.
jelly bracelet blackout
ghetto talisman.
highend primo goldenhair gigbag
purple velvet pyjamapants
po...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Oct 2008 17:03:00 GMT |
giri |
My girl asked me this afternoon why i have so much mystical shit and i thought that was an easy question to answer so here goes...
i am tragically sentimental.
Like one day i was skating down th...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 20:46:00 GMT |
going steady |
i saw this movie when i was seven called Blessed are the beasts and the children. It's a coming of age tale about an uptight summercamp for boys called Box Canyon, specifically one group of spoiled as...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 13:11:00 GMT |
as a heartattack |
the stars are here and the time is right for fighting in the streets, fighting in the streets? &nbs
p; &nbs...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 09:02:00 GMT |
people go on nature hikes in the ghetto too. |
iit was wicked hotas i stepped off of my griptapeand into the tall grass i said aloud help me to be right here right nowi found my color schemearmed to the ninesdressed in red and browni read the writ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 11:50:00 GMT |
rock rock planet rock |
Posted by on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 08:32:00 GMT |
