| (no subject) |
[May. 5th, 2009|01:04 am] |
I am tired.
I graduate in a matter of weeks. What are my plans? I have no immediate plans. Where will I be living this summer? Well, as of now, I'll be living in Chicago after I graduate, looking for work. I may be here through May or June, but my lease expires on June 30. If I haven't already found a job and moved at that point, I will likely move to Austin, DC or NoVA, or San Antonio, I suppose. It's kind of up in the air at this point. I'm currently corresponding with someone regarding a documentary screenwriting opportunity, but we'll see how that works out. I'll be back in San Antonio for a week or so in early June for my sister's high school graduation. I will not be attending my own graduation.
I haven't been doing much lately; working on my thesis and doing other bullshit schoolwork, substance abuse and secret relationships. I'm tired of this city. I made some friends, had some fun, but I need a change of scenery.
I'm pretty sure I'm smarter than everyone in my thesis class, and possibly most people at the school. That's both ego-boosting and dispiriting.
I don't know what else to say right now. Give me a call or something. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 1st, 2009|12:51 am] |
Niggas have hateful thoughts
But they can't stop me from striving
Suckas be shaking soft
All in this game falsifying |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 2nd, 2009|11:59 pm] |
Me: I love sour grapes.
Not me: Who doesn't?
Me: Better people than us. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 23rd, 2009|03:02 am] |
Please try to see
That it's a million motherfuckers stressing just like me |
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| I am a poet. |
[Mar. 10th, 2009|04:01 am] |
A bird
has hollow bones.
I will suck out the marrow.
Does that even make sense? |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 28th, 2009|12:22 am] |
You thought the leaden winter
Would bring you down forever
But you rode upon a steamer
To the violence of the sun |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 11th, 2009|02:12 am] |
When I hold you
In my arms
And I feel my finger
On your trigger
I know
Nobody
Can do me no harm |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 8th, 2009|01:17 am] |
Don't have no motherfucking friends, nigga
Look inside the hearts of men |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 8th, 2009|01:16 am] |
Work so hard for the money
For the money
But money only buys me pain
So much pain, so much pain
I'm free and easy
'Cause I'm
High
So high
On sunshine
Light my way |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 27th, 2009|01:35 am] |
Nigga, my girlfriend
Though we separated at times
I knew
Deep inside
Baby girl would always be mine |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 20th, 2009|01:03 pm] |
I'm feelin' like a
Black Republican
Naw, I can't call it
More like a black Democrat
Runnin' 'em out of office
Young Barack Obama
I'm all for it |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 19th, 2009|12:40 am] |
I love fingerfuckin' you
All of a sudden
I'm hearin' thunder
When you bust a nut
Niggas be duckin' or takin' numbers |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 18th, 2009|02:53 pm] |
I kill all you motherfuckers but I
Don't wanna hurt nobody
Just leave me the fuck alone |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 17th, 2008|02:12 am] |
Only God can judge me
Is that right?
Only God can judge me now
Nobody else
All you other motherfuckers, get out my business |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 11th, 2008|10:57 pm] |
Niggas step
And get gone with the wind
Like Clark Gable |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 6th, 2008|09:46 pm] |
The Devil up in yo' grill
And you still don't even know him |
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| I write poems about bitches. |
[Dec. 2nd, 2008|01:56 am] |
My lover hath the reddest hair
Indeed, and fickl'est of moods.
At times she may seem coarse and rude,
Yet still I know of none so fair.
I must repeat that none compare,
Though condescension she exudes.
My lover hath the reddest hair
Indeed, and fickl'est of moods.
Both her heart and her womb are bare.
Children? No gift, we each conclude.
And sympathetic attitudes,
For misanthropes, create a pair.
My lover hath the reddest hair
Indeed, and fickl'est of moods. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 25th, 2008|11:28 pm] |
Eternally I live in sin
Until the moment that
They let me breathe again |
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