yesterday i was yo lover.

I haven't slept in my own bed for the past three days. This is getting ridiculously ridiculous. The apple I ate with breakfast made me sick today, but the pancake was serious. Never land on oceans when they are not dry with spit of urchins. Still, we won't rise up on venus when the shiny may say so, cuz he is always so arrogant. They never like that when they are together, they never learned to be happy just they way they should be. Bananas feeding my tender dangling toes, but it hurts bad, oh so bad. Love me and I will love you sometimes when I am full of the tasty food that increases my knowledge and money. Together forever until venus bursts and my emails dont work - thats how i will like it. Less time feels so real at noon, when the moon rises above the lake and clicks an image on my screen to grow. Green grinnin greedy groves going good gay may make me maliciously mitigate monies moreover those that thought the things there be bad bold beautiful and amiably ambivalent always and always. Ahh, breathe now and take it in, and breathe, and live, and grow, and die, and blow away, and sleeeeepppp like an elder or a baby whatever you like. Because i loved it, it liked me, because i cared for it, it looked after me, because i wanted it, it ran. Strong living between us may stop soon, but we can catch it, and succeed the fight that goes by the wind, and rots between doggy toes. no time. no grass. no eyes. no wisdom. no words. no buses. none.

it's that season

it's that season.
and i dont feel like gettin outta bed.
feel like swayin in that sea
that exists in my head.
this sea is sweet
so sweet i can taste it in every pore on my being.
sweeter than the honey on a
honeycomb
i dont wanna leave
or get outta bed.

banana kush.

Ennui aint lettin no feelings thru this net.

Rollin around in this bed of mine
Listenin to the same music
Textin the same people
onmycell
Burnin the same incense
Full of the same food
Wearin the same pajamas
Stressin bout the same kinda homework
prayin to the same G-d

want&need that new smell to blow thru my window
so i keep it open at night
hopin that a breeze will bring it thru
and that i will wake up
in the midst of a newness
newness that smells like new shoes/car
nothing more for me to say about it
except that i want it

aint no pain or lies i wanna confront in this poem
just newness to keep me
to keep me
to keep my bag of bones and blood afloat
so that i can be happy WhileI.use it and share it

yesterday,
i slept with my window closed cuz it was cold out
please dont tell me i missed it!




once again, songs i listened to while i wrote this haha:

When I Die

when i die i hope no one who ever hurt me cries
and if they cry i hope their eyes fall out
and a million maggots that had made up their brains
crawl from the empty holes and devour the flesh
that covered the evil that passed itself off as a person
that i probably tried
to love

- Nikki Giovanni

places i want to go to before i see the pearly gates

1. West Afrika (somewhere, anywhere from Senegal to Cameroon)
2. Paris
3. Nice
4. Bahia
5. London
6. South Korea
7. Cairo
8. Jerusalem
9. Martinique
10. Zanzibar!
11. Mauritius
12. Copenhage
13. Andaman Islands

Lived in numerous states but I wanna the see the places ive seen in picturessss.....ill probably see about 7.7% of this list, but it's nice to wish. Since before Ive been able to read, I have loved to look at / read maps, and still do today. Street view on google maps makes me happy as a bull dike in home depot. K ima geaux to bed nah. Feels good to have homework completed! I guess Academic Gangstery is (kinda) fulfilling.

But before I go to bed, I gotta mention what I learned in class today. In my developmental economics class, we are learning about export factories in less-developed countries. Our professor presented empirical evidence that showed that almost always these factories are good for the people who work there. Not only do these factories offer higher than average wages, they usually always offer fringe benefits that are beneficial to these workers who are often rural migrants. He told us that the protests many Americans do to end these factories is contested by the actual workers. True, the wages they are earning are nowhere comparable to American wages, but almost always, they are extremely higher than the average salary shelled out to other local workers. He basically told us it was dumb to protest companies that have factories in places such as Vietnam, Guatemala, and China. Had all the chuck-wearin, dirty-hair sportin, green-lifestyle hipsters in a tizzy. ;-)

I always feel a lil janky for postin videos on here, but I like to share wit u loyal readers what song i play as i type these posts. This is what I am listening to this earrrrly morning as I share my thoughts with u:

j'ai plus

I work in the most frequented library on campus, and perhaps people recognize my face because they come in so often, but it never stops being weird when people act like they know me when they really don't. Yes, I know, I'm fly as a bumblebee at a picnic on a day in july, I'm one of about 4 guys on campus who roc the locs, and my skin is of a darker hue than about 94% of all students here, but it is always weird to have some stranger recognize you and act as if he/she is familiar with you. On a more positive note, maybe it's a good thing that people are attracted to me for some reason? idk...just felt like bringin it up.

LA is getting hotter (for now)! :-) but, i dont have any shorts to wear. i got fruit tho.

I took this picture the other day..it's called "what my life be like in LA"...

i have spent 21 years on this planet.

and all i've learned is:

STROBE

LIGHTS

MAKE

EVERYTHING

SEXY
!!!!!

throwback that im REALLY feelin this mornin!!! :-)

USC' oldest, largest, and most diverse student philanthropy.

This past Friday, I took some photos for some friends that are in a student organization called Troy Camp that helps out pickneys in the surrounding south LA area. I always make fun of my friends in it because I used to feel that the group was cultish, girly, weak, sensitive, and childish LOL :-P. Some of my opinions were indeed affirmed, but still, I highly appreciate what they do, and give as much support as I can offer to their cause. They encourage lil jits to pursue their education and dreams, and there is no way I can knock that!!



Holy Week has begun. West Angeles doesn't hand out palms on Palm Sunday. I'm guessing because of the size of the church? Well I just couldn't go thru this week without a palm in my house to commemorate and assist in remembering the suffering of our Lord and Saviour, so I went outside and grabbed some palm leaves from a tree on Jefferson. Feel a lil better now.

tip for the day:

Don't hold someone as a priority when they hold you as only an option!










love (you)