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Dobie

drowning in myself

About Me

i start to think and then i sink into the paper like i was ink when i'm writing i'm trapped in between the lines i escape when i finish the rhyme i got soul

My Interests

there are times when neo imperialistic globalization and its effects on the snack foods we enjoy today is all i can talk about, but i'm really bad at talking about the weather, rappers who's flows give me visions of urban quillumbo over beats the usually sound like jazz or as hard as a jet lee kindey punch make me happy

I'd like to meet:

my maker with a clean concious and some ideas on how to improve this life thing

Music:

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Movies:

the most beautiful three films i can think of right now :DO THE RIGHT THING: ::ORPHEU NEGRO (BLACK ORPHEUS:: ::WEEKEND A BURNIE'S II::

Television:

that show where Flavor Flav breaks my already dissilussioned heart and halarity insues.

Books:

The Outsider by Richard Wright is a slept on jewel, very much in the lines of The Invisable Man by Ralph Ellison, and while your at it Another Country by James Baldwin there are too many good books, these three speak to me in a certain way though

Heroes:

THIS CLIP IS LONG, BUT IF YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHO MY HERO IS... YOU WILL WATCH. GIL-SCOTT HAS BEEN A FAVORITE MUSICIAN FOR A GOOD WHILE, BUT WHAT HE DOES IN THIS INTERVIEW GAVE ME HOPE. NOTICE HOW HE KEEPS HIS COMPOSURE AND ALWAYS KNOWS HOW TO SAY WHAT HE MEANS... width=

My Blog

Bukowski's Radio With Guts

still my fucking favorite poet.... smile at this till i start posting my own shit   it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado StreetI used to get drunkand throw the radio through the windowwhile it was...
Posted by Dobie on Sat, 08 Oct 2005 09:02:00 PST

I Wanted To Overthrow The Government

My favorite poem in the world by Charles Bukowski i wanted to overthrow the govenment but all i brought down was somebody's wife 30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and one fox and look here, they ...
Posted by Dobie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

wails, laments and night sticks

if this was witty, it would have no soul. it has no brevity, i just go off. Wailing For a long time I've had the urge to rant the unspeakable here. My tourtured love afflicted soul, say it ain...
Posted by Dobie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

a burrito i ate

well time goes on, and your boy stuffed his face a couple times with the most savory of all Mexican dishes. aiight yeah the other day my boy Eyetem comes over. Little Nicaraguian b-boy who I met fre...
Posted by Dobie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST