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naimah in print

penciling in since may of '85

About Me

write. read.something new.write. eat.something to do.write. read.write. read.bike. sleep.hug. love. travel. read.friends. write.family. net. work.read.think.bike.read.write.me.oh yeah. i'm an emotional mess with misfiring inhibitions. beware of naked wires. muahaha. Myspace Backgrounds .contactTable {width:300px!important; height:150px!important; padding:0px!important; background-image:url table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="320" style="width:320px; background:url

My Interests

thought. crying. culture. sex. lust. stories. essays. poems. lyrics. words. thought. loneliness. friendliness. depression. good sex. repression. oppression. suppression. intonation. modulation. progression. laughter. love. thought. pot. thought. travel. money (damnit!). wiggling. wood. ayahuasca. writing. listening. talking. cannabis. really good sex. nag champa. zig zags. everything. comfortable underwear. the ultimate. family. needs. wants. pillows. low wooden tables. hardwood floors. music. what you think. etcetera. light. dark. soft. hard. cold. warm. crunchy fall leaves. sacramento. the other side of sacramento. sacraments. saggy tits. perky racks. heart attacks. soft skin. excema. water. lysine. vegetables. fruit. grains. juice. siblings. the future. the past. the present. sun. moon. stars. sky. clouds. rain. earth. tectonics. vibrations. stretching. yoga. satanic yoga (what a fucking trip). california. tom robbins. psychedelic mushrooms. lsd. mdma. collages. painting. sitting. staring. smiling. thought. dancing. etcetera. honestly, i'm so confused i could be interested in anything. what is this life?

Sun Sign: Gemini
Sun 3° Gemini 02' Gemini Horoscope
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Moon Sign: Cancer
Moon 22° Cancer 39' Cancer Horoscope
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Rising Sign: Capricorn
Ascendant 14° Capricorn 05' Capricorn Horoscope
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I'd like to meet:

pen on paper. black on white. come on baby, let's write tonight.

Music:

jeff buckley, nina simone, billie holiday, astrud gilberto, herbie mann, stevie wonder, rebecca goldsmith, ben harper, jill scott, jude, erykah badu, jodie foster, the beatles, pink floyd, the velvet underground, deftones, diana king, johhny cash, bob marley, the roots, d'angelo, maxwell, outkast, people under the stairs, icarus jones, mac dre, tupac, bush, snoop dogg, tool, goodie mob, smashing pumpkins, goapele, kirby dominant, living legends, the letter blue, the second string quintet, mike henry, thomas elliot, pinback, gipsy kings, abraham chase, john mayer, *nsync, justin timberlake, white chocolate, bedo, brian ballentine, tony avila, ... i could go on and on. but let me know, as usual, what you think i haven't been listening to and don't hate 'cause i like stuff you don't. nostalgia takes all kinds.

Movies:

zoolander, good will hunting, sexy foreign stuff, great expectations, classy porn (boogie nights does not count), she's all that... etcetera.

Television:

there are a few good shows out there, you people-in-the-know know what i'm talking about. pbs and comedy central are doing a good job keepin' it real. other than that, tv can suck my phat non-existent dick because all the fucking commercials are deadening, brainwashing systems of consumption control. fuck the stores. fuck commercials embedded in my favorite programs. fuck that - but i'm learning to appreciate it. we've got comcast and on demand and all that shit now so i like to watch entourage, curb your enthusiasm and poker tournaments on the travel channel.

Books:

supposedly, i am a writer. i learned to hold a writing implement early and those practices have been with me all this time. all the time i wrote for you, did not write, wrote for that teacher, the professor, the newspapers, myself, i have thought of wasting paper and so did everyone else. even nietzsche, especially poe, morrison, too. goddmanit. what is the use? we should all be talking, doing, LIVING anyway. ugh.

Heroes:

doers. the smoke makes you hazy sometimes. props to getting on your feet!

My Blog

Lonely Man

I checked the sky again to feel confidant in the daylight because the cat scampered as though crossing a dark street, its tail stiff and low, its eyes wide and frantic. And, nothing having moved ...
Posted by naimah in print on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 01:33:00 PST

Uncomfortable Crush

      I guess if I couldn't muster up the composure then -- no amount of preparation could change things for the future. And nothing could be more uncomfortable than havi...
Posted by naimah in print on Sun, 03 Dec 2006 05:35:00 PST

What Did I Get Into?

[Separate Page] She your girlfriend? Oh, naw. We hung out. I mean.... Haha. Fuck that shit. It was weird.   [Next Page] The last time he talked to her, it was to say goodbye. He flicked his wrist...
Posted by naimah in print on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 04:42:00 PST

New Sonnet

Ear tickles with your murmers A bass to rock and soothe Rippling trembles bring Supple moods to guide my dreams   A surprise in sleeping hours Gentle mumblings from your throat Time's approach s...
Posted by naimah in print on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 01:07:00 PST

Was it an Overdose?

"Hey sister!" The tan suited man called from the door, coming toward me at the back of the store with a heavy skipping jaunt. "You wouldn't have a book of matches for me here, would you, sister?" "Sor...
Posted by naimah in print on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 12:52:00 PST

Sweet Grace

love let me sleep on your couch. and remember the smell of your simple city dress. oh that was so real. oh that was so real. oh that was so real. we walked around til the moon got full, like a pl...
Posted by naimah in print on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 02:46:00 PST

Hor[r]o[r]scoping

as though i had read it for permission to feel afterwards. and feel i did, in tears and spurts, trying to sing along through bubbles and gasps. turning my head down at the hard parts in case anyone w...
Posted by naimah in print on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 04:30:00 PST

All Out Blast 'n Bust

Since I've become so keen on describing negativity lately, I will stretch some now. And, not to "put folks on blast", I think this weekend was a blast until people got blasted. Then it turned to a bus...
Posted by naimah in print on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 12:52:00 PST

one word life

YO U . . . C A N . . . O N L Y . . . T Y P E . . . O N E . . . W O R D!N O . . . E X P L A N A T I O N S!Not as easy as you might think. . .1. Yourself: jerked2. Your girlfriend/boyfriend: drunk3. You...
Posted by naimah in print on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 01:36:00 PST

Chapter One

He behaved as though he wanted her to bend over right then on the MUNI and walk down the stairs, out onto the streets, and along their errands in the same pose. She didn't think she could walk that w...
Posted by naimah in print on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 04:31:00 PST