Greetings Kings and Queens from this side of the platypus patch. Hope all your soul woke up bright and itchy this morning, let today be a wonderful day for exploring (shout out to my fellow itchy soul Eddie, last night we built like crazy). I would like to comment though on attendance I've been checking out you guys stats, and ya'll have been showing this awkward platy a whole lotta love, and thank you for that. But today for me it think will be a cool down day, because so much has been pulling out of me I'd hate to have a repeat of last time where I just burnt out. I'm still tryna hear from you souls though, As I mentioned before I'm the most random guy I know, but if any of you have ideas or questions that maybe you'd like to hear my talk about let me know, send me a message, I'd love to get to know my fellow itches.
So today I think I'm leave you with a song that has been on repeat in my room since I found it. Idk but for some reason my soul's kidneys get all warm inside when they hear it. Also it has inspired my next tattoo, so that's fun. But please everyone I beg you to go out today and discover something beautiful, and smile at someone. Trust me it's good for your health, who knows you might save a life...
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A lil TLC for an itchy soul , signing off
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Monday, January 4, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
The Kramer
Ok so I'm back, I hope that you enjoyed the Hawaii Chair, and have had a splendid soul tickling day thus far. But anyway on to more pressing matters. I wanted to "revisit" (as my mother would say) an issue that is not new to being visited or revisited, but I feel as though in 2010, a new decade we should know where stand on this topic. Now this is the only sort of disclaimer that I'ma probably ever give because I feel as though disclaimers take away from the awkwardness of a situation, I mean by preparing people for what's ahead it no longer awkward (how the hell can you be prepared for an awkward moment?!?! That defeats the whole purpose of the moment!!). But anyway I want you to know this might be a rather touchy post for some and I say that because I hope that we can all approach this topic with an open mind, and willingness to new ideas (come on it 2010!). I'm not aiming to hurt any one's feelings or anything of that nature so I hope that you don't receive it that way.
Okkk, so with that out of the way lets talk about the topic of the evening...
Okkk, so with that out of the way lets talk about the topic of the evening...
"Nigga"
This word right here has been the spark of many discussions, rallies, campaigns, etc. I would like to take a brief look at the word and it's history (not too in depth because we all obviously know where it came from) and then I wana focus more on what it's been up to lately. And lastly explore options for the future of the word, is it here to stay? Is it's once cute infant appeal now turning into a pimply faced, braces wearing teenager who needs to learn how to start using deodorant because they're starting to grow hair in certain places (you get what I mean right?).
So "nigga" is a word that is widely used today among the more hip youth. But it's origins trace back to an uglier time in our country's history when it's not yet evolved version "nigger" could be found on plantations, or being shot out of the end of fire hoses at protest, or being tied to a fan and thrown in the Tallahassee River, and so on and so forth. This word was hate. This word was the power that one group of humans had over another group. But we all know how this story goes.
So let's fast forward, to I guess what we can call the birth of hip hop times. By then the word had already found its way into the black community and found itself getting new meaning. Even though your mama would still smack the black off of your ass if she caught you using it in her house. But we black folks, the creative folks that we are, decided to drop the "er" (which is too damn proper anyway) and put an "a" in, and voila! Nigga!! So now we've got our own piece of the racist apple pie. This is our thing, the white man thought he'd gotten the last laugh but naw dog we the gona take this shit and run with it (it's really silly actually if you think about it. It's like me picking on a group of lil kids, and every time I see them I push them around and call them "shitheads". And after awhile they decide they not gona take it no more so the form a lil gang and get jackets and stuff made and the name that they decide to go with is the "shitzheads". And they laughing at me like yea this is our thing son! and you can't be apart of it!). So because of that it almost just seemed like "nigga" belonged in hip hop. I mean hip hop was all about the struggle, and life around you, and being a "nigga" was a part of life. And consequently if rappers are saying it the youth in the black community are almost sure to embrace it. And so on and so forth another tired story that we all know.
So fast forward to the new millennium. Where racism has become a thing that is frowned upon, and Klan members are made to trade in their hoods for badges to make it look prettier. And we as black people feel as though we've come so far since slavery. I mean look we can go to college now, vote, and marry white women (and if that ain't freedom idk what is). So whats our lil troublesome word been up to you may ask, what's he been getting into? Well hip hop (and please by no means think that I am blaming hip hop for the word "nigga". there are many factors that play a role in this words existence, but if I tried to cover all of them this post would take longer than my little fingers can stand to type) has blown through the roof since its birth. The glamor and the glitz, the money, fame, and power reach well outside of the borders of this country around the world. Trust me I know first hand. I was in Egypt about five years ago, in my hotel leaving my room and getting in the elevator. I had on a du-rag, and upon entering the elevator was greeted with looks of shock and amazement because the two girls in the elevator had no idea that Lil Bow Wow was staying in the same hotel as them. Down on the street I was constantly being greeted by the youth at the mall with "yo my nigga" and "what up doggie dog" (true story). So with hip hop being so mainstream naturally so was "nigga". And over the past years there have been several major occasions where racism has showed it's ass (see the funny thing about suppressing something, is that it finds it's way to the surface, and when it does it sticks out like the retarded bastard child that you thought you'd flushed down the toilet so many years ago, now showing up to the family barbecue [that was very disturbing I know]). You've got Katrina, Sean Bell, Jena 6, Oscar Grant, Don Imus, and my personal favorite Michael Richards better known as Cosmo Kramer. (please if you don't know what any of the names refer to take the time to google them, it's good for your health). Yea times have gotten crazy, and the thing about it is that none of those situations were actually that drastic in comparison to whats happened in the past. But since we've tried to sweep racism under the rug and just ignore it, the smallest things can set off the biggest response (in no way am I implying that Katrina or any of these situations weren't serious. Just saying that gentrification ain't just come out yesterday...)
So now on to the reason why I even began writing this post in the first place. The word "nigga" has come a long way, since it's birth and then transformation. And at least in hip hop it's become this accepted norm. So I was placed in a peculiar situation the other day, where I was playing spades with some friends of mine. Well actually I was out with my boy and we was chillin with his friends. So me and my boy are spades partners and the other two guys are partners. The layout of the night is cards, kitchen table, three black guys, one white guy, and laughter for days. I was having mad fun, these dudes was funny and it was a good time. Now the white guy as my friend later pointed out was a cool enough guy but "sometimes he crossed the line" as my friend put it. And I began to wonder where exactly the line was and who drew it. Ok so we all have a rather vague understanding about white boys and the word "nigga". It's like if they cool as shit then they can only use it around other guys who know that they cool as shit and in turn won't beat they ass. But if around guys who might be unaware of how cool your shit is, you must first receive your cool as shit certification before using the word in the vicinity of said individuals. And it get's tricky cuz even if you around cool as shit niggas who have already certified your cool as shitness, if one new individual appears then the process starts all over (cuz if not, it's gona take a whole lot of convincing on the part of your already cool as shit niggas to let the new comer know that you is cool as shit, before he puts his foot up your ass and really cools yo shit [pause]). So that's the vague break down of the situation. And it got me to thinking why is that shit so complicated? I mean personally I think that it's rather ridiculous of us as black people to invite white people in as friends but then hold a gun to their heads the entire relationship as if waiting for them to fuck up. Then I ask myself well why would they even want to say "nigga" in the first place? And I see that as a simple two part answer. One. ok so if you somehow had the ability to morph into any animal that you wanted to, and you came across a pack of wolves and said to yourself "hey I'd like to be friends with these wolves" what would you do? Well first I'm pretty sure you'd probably observes the wolves behavior, like notice if a kitten happens to stroll by and you seen how all the wolves attacked and ate it for dinner. That would then tell you that it's probably not best idea to turn into a cat, right? Then you'd observe how they interact with each other the way the communicate their body language and all that. And finally I'm almost certain that you'd probably come to the conclusion that the best way to befriend this pack of wolves is to become a wolf yourself, develop a taste for cats as well if you don't already have one because that's obviously whats for dinner, and then learn how to use their language and mannerism as to make them feel the most comfortable when around you...right? And that all white folks do, they just wana join the black club, so they dress like us, go find black chicks wit fat asses, and then start talking like us because they want to fit in. Is the so bad?? Idk maybe it is. But then I think about the second part of that answer and realize that they almost have more rights to the damn word than we do. White people buy the most hip hop music and practically feed the damn culture. And shit I know me personally if I'm funding the muthafucka then you best believe I'm saying the shit...but that's just me.
So it's 2010, where are we with the word "nigga"? Well I'll say personally I've used the word through most of my younger years and not up until very recently questioned why I did. It was just apart of vocabulary. But being at the place that I am in my life, and being surrounded by the people who do, other words have started to surface. I'm about progress and moving forward and I believe in using positive and productive words. And no matter how many times you try to flip the meaning of it, there is nothing positive about the word "nigga". So instead when I go to greet my brothers and sisters who I respect and care for I refer to them as King and Queen. It just makes sense that way, uplift the people and you uplift society. Try it, trust me you'll catch people off guard. Just be like "whats good King?" or "Hello Queen". That shit will blow people away. But why not? I mean we've tried this "nigga" thing for some time now, and it's gotten us nowhere. Now let us stop being insane and try something new maybe...
But don't get me wrong I in no way shape or form think that "nigga" is gona disappear over night. Nor do I think that it should, because as long as you've got niggas running around you should be able to have something to call them by. But I think more than anything else this is about personal reflection, just because niggas are out there don't mean that I have to be one, ya dig?
So it's 4 in the morning, and I've failed to make my deadline and I do apologize. But I'm tired as shit and I really have written all that my brain will allow me to make sense of, anything after this will just be letters of nothingness. So in closing I'd like to leave you with a song that I think just about sums this lil topic up. I hope that you enjoy it, and that it makes you rethink why you do and say certain things. Remember it's 2010 people, let us make this a year of moving forward.
He said nigga, nigga, nigga, my favorite rapper did it, signing off
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So "nigga" is a word that is widely used today among the more hip youth. But it's origins trace back to an uglier time in our country's history when it's not yet evolved version "nigger" could be found on plantations, or being shot out of the end of fire hoses at protest, or being tied to a fan and thrown in the Tallahassee River, and so on and so forth. This word was hate. This word was the power that one group of humans had over another group. But we all know how this story goes.
So let's fast forward, to I guess what we can call the birth of hip hop times. By then the word had already found its way into the black community and found itself getting new meaning. Even though your mama would still smack the black off of your ass if she caught you using it in her house. But we black folks, the creative folks that we are, decided to drop the "er" (which is too damn proper anyway) and put an "a" in, and voila! Nigga!! So now we've got our own piece of the racist apple pie. This is our thing, the white man thought he'd gotten the last laugh but naw dog we the gona take this shit and run with it (it's really silly actually if you think about it. It's like me picking on a group of lil kids, and every time I see them I push them around and call them "shitheads". And after awhile they decide they not gona take it no more so the form a lil gang and get jackets and stuff made and the name that they decide to go with is the "shitzheads". And they laughing at me like yea this is our thing son! and you can't be apart of it!). So because of that it almost just seemed like "nigga" belonged in hip hop. I mean hip hop was all about the struggle, and life around you, and being a "nigga" was a part of life. And consequently if rappers are saying it the youth in the black community are almost sure to embrace it. And so on and so forth another tired story that we all know.
So fast forward to the new millennium. Where racism has become a thing that is frowned upon, and Klan members are made to trade in their hoods for badges to make it look prettier. And we as black people feel as though we've come so far since slavery. I mean look we can go to college now, vote, and marry white women (and if that ain't freedom idk what is). So whats our lil troublesome word been up to you may ask, what's he been getting into? Well hip hop (and please by no means think that I am blaming hip hop for the word "nigga". there are many factors that play a role in this words existence, but if I tried to cover all of them this post would take longer than my little fingers can stand to type) has blown through the roof since its birth. The glamor and the glitz, the money, fame, and power reach well outside of the borders of this country around the world. Trust me I know first hand. I was in Egypt about five years ago, in my hotel leaving my room and getting in the elevator. I had on a du-rag, and upon entering the elevator was greeted with looks of shock and amazement because the two girls in the elevator had no idea that Lil Bow Wow was staying in the same hotel as them. Down on the street I was constantly being greeted by the youth at the mall with "yo my nigga" and "what up doggie dog" (true story). So with hip hop being so mainstream naturally so was "nigga". And over the past years there have been several major occasions where racism has showed it's ass (see the funny thing about suppressing something, is that it finds it's way to the surface, and when it does it sticks out like the retarded bastard child that you thought you'd flushed down the toilet so many years ago, now showing up to the family barbecue [that was very disturbing I know]). You've got Katrina, Sean Bell, Jena 6, Oscar Grant, Don Imus, and my personal favorite Michael Richards better known as Cosmo Kramer. (please if you don't know what any of the names refer to take the time to google them, it's good for your health). Yea times have gotten crazy, and the thing about it is that none of those situations were actually that drastic in comparison to whats happened in the past. But since we've tried to sweep racism under the rug and just ignore it, the smallest things can set off the biggest response (in no way am I implying that Katrina or any of these situations weren't serious. Just saying that gentrification ain't just come out yesterday...)
So now on to the reason why I even began writing this post in the first place. The word "nigga" has come a long way, since it's birth and then transformation. And at least in hip hop it's become this accepted norm. So I was placed in a peculiar situation the other day, where I was playing spades with some friends of mine. Well actually I was out with my boy and we was chillin with his friends. So me and my boy are spades partners and the other two guys are partners. The layout of the night is cards, kitchen table, three black guys, one white guy, and laughter for days. I was having mad fun, these dudes was funny and it was a good time. Now the white guy as my friend later pointed out was a cool enough guy but "sometimes he crossed the line" as my friend put it. And I began to wonder where exactly the line was and who drew it. Ok so we all have a rather vague understanding about white boys and the word "nigga". It's like if they cool as shit then they can only use it around other guys who know that they cool as shit and in turn won't beat they ass. But if around guys who might be unaware of how cool your shit is, you must first receive your cool as shit certification before using the word in the vicinity of said individuals. And it get's tricky cuz even if you around cool as shit niggas who have already certified your cool as shitness, if one new individual appears then the process starts all over (cuz if not, it's gona take a whole lot of convincing on the part of your already cool as shit niggas to let the new comer know that you is cool as shit, before he puts his foot up your ass and really cools yo shit [pause]). So that's the vague break down of the situation. And it got me to thinking why is that shit so complicated? I mean personally I think that it's rather ridiculous of us as black people to invite white people in as friends but then hold a gun to their heads the entire relationship as if waiting for them to fuck up. Then I ask myself well why would they even want to say "nigga" in the first place? And I see that as a simple two part answer. One. ok so if you somehow had the ability to morph into any animal that you wanted to, and you came across a pack of wolves and said to yourself "hey I'd like to be friends with these wolves" what would you do? Well first I'm pretty sure you'd probably observes the wolves behavior, like notice if a kitten happens to stroll by and you seen how all the wolves attacked and ate it for dinner. That would then tell you that it's probably not best idea to turn into a cat, right? Then you'd observe how they interact with each other the way the communicate their body language and all that. And finally I'm almost certain that you'd probably come to the conclusion that the best way to befriend this pack of wolves is to become a wolf yourself, develop a taste for cats as well if you don't already have one because that's obviously whats for dinner, and then learn how to use their language and mannerism as to make them feel the most comfortable when around you...right? And that all white folks do, they just wana join the black club, so they dress like us, go find black chicks wit fat asses, and then start talking like us because they want to fit in. Is the so bad?? Idk maybe it is. But then I think about the second part of that answer and realize that they almost have more rights to the damn word than we do. White people buy the most hip hop music and practically feed the damn culture. And shit I know me personally if I'm funding the muthafucka then you best believe I'm saying the shit...but that's just me.
So it's 2010, where are we with the word "nigga"? Well I'll say personally I've used the word through most of my younger years and not up until very recently questioned why I did. It was just apart of vocabulary. But being at the place that I am in my life, and being surrounded by the people who do, other words have started to surface. I'm about progress and moving forward and I believe in using positive and productive words. And no matter how many times you try to flip the meaning of it, there is nothing positive about the word "nigga". So instead when I go to greet my brothers and sisters who I respect and care for I refer to them as King and Queen. It just makes sense that way, uplift the people and you uplift society. Try it, trust me you'll catch people off guard. Just be like "whats good King?" or "Hello Queen". That shit will blow people away. But why not? I mean we've tried this "nigga" thing for some time now, and it's gotten us nowhere. Now let us stop being insane and try something new maybe...
But don't get me wrong I in no way shape or form think that "nigga" is gona disappear over night. Nor do I think that it should, because as long as you've got niggas running around you should be able to have something to call them by. But I think more than anything else this is about personal reflection, just because niggas are out there don't mean that I have to be one, ya dig?
So it's 4 in the morning, and I've failed to make my deadline and I do apologize. But I'm tired as shit and I really have written all that my brain will allow me to make sense of, anything after this will just be letters of nothingness. So in closing I'd like to leave you with a song that I think just about sums this lil topic up. I hope that you enjoy it, and that it makes you rethink why you do and say certain things. Remember it's 2010 people, let us make this a year of moving forward.
He said nigga, nigga, nigga, my favorite rapper did it, signing off
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Why Not Take the Common Sense Out of Life While Your At It...
Hello itchy souls its me again. I'm actually working on a rather controversial post at the moment and I'm hoping to have it done posted by tonight, but in case I don't manage that, I went fishing around youtube and found the dumbest damn chair that I've ever seen. And I really felt the need to share with you the nonsense that I've discovered.
So idk how many of you have actually seen this infomercial but I've just discovered the Hawaii Chair which apparently "takes the work out of your workout".
So if that wasn't bad enough. One of my favorite Regal Blue Tang fish in the sea Ellen Degeneres better known in my book as Dory brought the chair onto her show to try it out. Please I beg you souls do not try this at home.
Thank you for that demonstration Dory...
Please enjoy the antics of this chair and the rest of your day, hopefully I'll be back later with more important issues to talk about.
when fortune calls, offer her a chair (please not the Hawaii Chair), signing off
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So idk how many of you have actually seen this infomercial but I've just discovered the Hawaii Chair which apparently "takes the work out of your workout".
So if that wasn't bad enough. One of my favorite Regal Blue Tang fish in the sea Ellen Degeneres better known in my book as Dory brought the chair onto her show to try it out. Please I beg you souls do not try this at home.
Thank you for that demonstration Dory...
Please enjoy the antics of this chair and the rest of your day, hopefully I'll be back later with more important issues to talk about.
when fortune calls, offer her a chair (please not the Hawaii Chair), signing off
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Friday, January 1, 2010
Bye Bye Apocalypse
Remembering...
...Remembering when she tip toed across the pier to dip her feet into the water with mine, balloons giving each other helium kisses before they exploded into an ivory atmosphere of sky blue doves carrying this very moment to all the corners of the universe, delivering it to all those ready to receive its beauty, to all those willing to receive its beauty, and to some of those who need to be force fed its beauty because they have shot their taste buds to hell with Mamoun's hot sauce and can no longer taste the pulchritude of a humid summer's night holding hands underneath the picnic table with sweat wu tanging around your temples and love tap dancing on your tongue, or the moment before a first kiss standing in a gazebo in front of a frozen lake in Central Park at 3:48 in the morning, the universe will never forget the memories of two stepping in the rain with an angel in blue dress to the sounds of Marley in the ether...and neither will I.
See the wonderful thing about moments is that they never come or go they always are, and once you can fully grasp the idea of "now" and forget the past and future because you've never been nor will you ever go you'll be able to truly see the beauty of "now". Now is where you are one with god and all her creations because that's all there is. Logic makes no sense here, the only rule is love because only love rules. Once you get rid of fear everything will make sense, you will finally wake up and be able to laugh at gravity. Stop looking for things, and just decide to find it...because it's right where you put it every time, get it? Always listen to your gut because it has your best interest in mind. Know that these words are the only things that matter in the world right right now, but mean nothing at all. Create your own truth and allow it to be.
"become the master of your own bation"
always an itchy soul signing off
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Thursday, December 31, 2009
...flat foot
Now I could take the time to explain in an entire post why I've been absent practically the entire month. But its like when you get caught red handed on camera, with fingerprints, along with a stadium full of eye witnesses, a written and signed confession, three forms of identification, and semen at the scene of the crime. And the judge asks you to explain yourself. It's like why? I mean that could some how serve a purpose but why??? You feel me? I mean I could do that...
...Or i could just write the next post as if nothing has happened and I've actually been posting every day this month, and I'm looking at ya'll all weird cuz ya'll aint been reading them!!! I mean whats up with that?!?! I been posting, ya'll just aint been reading!!
I mean why make this sociable acceptable by explaining ones self and giving reasons for things. Much more awkward of me to just trail of mid sent...
What you know about killer platypus?
...Lmao! I love how he just crushed your dreams by letting you know that cats and dogs just die and ended the video, sorry there's no hope at all for Spike or Fluffy.
my soul brushed against some poison oak
my elbows itch
promise I'll be back in the next millennium
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...Or i could just write the next post as if nothing has happened and I've actually been posting every day this month, and I'm looking at ya'll all weird cuz ya'll aint been reading them!!! I mean whats up with that?!?! I been posting, ya'll just aint been reading!!
I mean why make this sociable acceptable by explaining ones self and giving reasons for things. Much more awkward of me to just trail of mid sent...
What you know about killer platypus?
...Lmao! I love how he just crushed your dreams by letting you know that cats and dogs just die and ended the video, sorry there's no hope at all for Spike or Fluffy.
my soul brushed against some poison oak
my elbows itch
promise I'll be back in the next millennium
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Sunday, December 6, 2009
Ain't That Some Shit
Soul Sisters and Itchy Brothers, greetings from this side of the platypus patch. So I've been holding onto this picture for sometime now and I've been debating on whether or not to make it public. But since I'm currently intoxicated and am having trouble focusing, I'm not sure if ill be able to properly rant for you guys. So I think I'ma just give ya'll a very vague metaphor that may mean nothing at all, or it may mean everything (heck it might be the last answer to the crossword puzzle that you've been holding onto all week).
I've recently been cleaning out the closet of my life and getting rid of the baggy jeans that I'm never gona fit, and giving away the white tee's that my mother should have slapped me for buying. And if you guys have ever done spring cleaning (yes I'm aware that its winter) then you know how delecate and intricate the shit is, you just dont wana let go of anything. Lol, it's like you can find a million reasons why you need something that has been in your closet for years untouched. But that's your mind talking, because your soul knows when it's time to move on ("onwards and upwards" as they say). And there's just no getting around it, if the universe is telling you to put that shit in ya rearview then it makes no sense to fight it. Because eventually the universe will stop suggesting it, and just slap you in the fucking (this word was used purely for shock value and to add to the intensity of the slap that the universe will be deliverying) face. So the trick is to be able to recognize these signs when they appear, that's where a lot of us run into problems sprinting through life too fast, not paying attention to the sign that's says "this sign will be blury if read while moving quickly"....
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I'm really sorry guys but drunk is in a boxing match with awake right now, and I'm sorry to report that awake is about two more jabs and an upper cut away from being put to sleep. So I'ma have to cut this extended metaphor short and just leave you with this line and allow you powerful souls to fill in all the witty stuff that I woulda said had i wrote it...
"I realized that shit happens, maturity is when you are able to recognized it before it has to spell itself out..."
Aint that some shit...
Still an itchy soul signing off
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I've recently been cleaning out the closet of my life and getting rid of the baggy jeans that I'm never gona fit, and giving away the white tee's that my mother should have slapped me for buying. And if you guys have ever done spring cleaning (yes I'm aware that its winter) then you know how delecate and intricate the shit is, you just dont wana let go of anything. Lol, it's like you can find a million reasons why you need something that has been in your closet for years untouched. But that's your mind talking, because your soul knows when it's time to move on ("onwards and upwards" as they say). And there's just no getting around it, if the universe is telling you to put that shit in ya rearview then it makes no sense to fight it. Because eventually the universe will stop suggesting it, and just slap you in the fucking (this word was used purely for shock value and to add to the intensity of the slap that the universe will be deliverying) face. So the trick is to be able to recognize these signs when they appear, that's where a lot of us run into problems sprinting through life too fast, not paying attention to the sign that's says "this sign will be blury if read while moving quickly"....
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I'm really sorry guys but drunk is in a boxing match with awake right now, and I'm sorry to report that awake is about two more jabs and an upper cut away from being put to sleep. So I'ma have to cut this extended metaphor short and just leave you with this line and allow you powerful souls to fill in all the witty stuff that I woulda said had i wrote it...
"I realized that shit happens, maturity is when you are able to recognized it before it has to spell itself out..."
Aint that some shit...
Still an itchy soul signing off
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Friday, December 4, 2009
Dear King,
Hello soulful itches, sorry to those of you who were hosed into thinking that there was a new post earlier just to come to the page and seen a blank post (my bad!! jeesh get off my back about it ok, im still new to this blogging thing). I'll try my best not to misfire again in the future.
So this is a response to a friend of mine who is going through a rather tough situation. But now that I think about it, it actually might be me giving my own damn self advice because I'm also being challenged by the universe in similar ways. But then again I might in fact be addressing you and the shit that you been dealing with for awhile now (so pretty much just get in where you fit in, is what I'm tryna say).
Dear King,
I know this shit is tough right now, I know that the other Autobots and I have been telling you to just pack your shit and leave and I know how not simple it is to just do that. But we just don't want to see our comrade to become one of the fallen. Sometimes a relationship between two people who love each other very much can become poisonous, because you know as well as I know that ya'll need to be on the same wavelength. Two souls can not grow together if one stops to tie it's shoelace and the other one is still pushing forward. And blame doesn't need to be placed here, because everyone is at a certain point in their souls mission and journey and you can't speed that up or slow it down. It proceeds when its suppose to. the question that you need to ask yourself is, are you hindering your progress by staying waiting around in this situation. I know that you've wanted to be there for support and to help pick up the pieces, but sometimes it's just not your puzzle to piece together (sometimes it's just one of those tricky ass fifthteen hundred piece puzzles where the picture is like the ocean or just just the color red, and you mad confused cuz all the pieces look alike, and it just be sitting on your coffee table for like six months and you ain't put not one piece together because you just stumped outa your friggin mind), sometimes that person need to find motivation within themselves and that's nothing that you can help them with. Because self preservation has to kick in at some point, you told me that you feel like you're holding a hand grenade without a pin in it (ayo that's not safe homie, you could possibly lose at the least hand or worse fuck up one of my shirts if I happen to be standing next to you and I get splattered with bloody finger fragments [that shit ain't cool kid]). I told you before that you can't run from the truth, trust me I've tried nigga the truth is like Michael Myers with GPS, no matter how fast your ass run, that nigga just always seems to catch you at a slow and steady walking pace (and mutha fuckas gotta knife!!!). So face that fact that you know what you know. Face the fact that you've giving this person so many months of you waiting patiently for them to see the beauty in what it is that you have to offer. Face the fact that you've reached the point of no return. Because until you do, you've be stuck exactly where you are (with a fifthteen hundred piece puzzle of the color red). And if you allow yourself to stand still you possibly might miss one or two queens who are actually ready to love you for who you are right now. I mean you already know king, that I want nothing more than you for you to be completely happy, We Autobots are at war with the Deceptijawns and we must protect that last bit of the spark that we have left. Don't lose that last bit of light king, cuz that shit ain't easy to get back (you can't just find that shit on ebay or amazon). But then sometimes you've got those situations where you just decide that no matter what ya'll gona ride this bitch until the wheels fly off, and if ya'll go out, then ya'll go out with a bang together. If that's what you what then I can respect that as well. But I've heard that pain in your voice, just like your heard in mine not too long ago. Your soul is bleeding right now and band aide ain't fixing these gashes. So just pause, take a deep breath and listen to the universe. I love you king.
Autobots! Unite!
This is Platypus Prime, if this message reaches you, please know that your not alone
this is a recently bandaged soul, signing off
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Thursday, December 3, 2009
Beautiful As Can Be
So it's 5:30 in the morning and my soul for awhile has been feeling so heavy under the gravity on this planet. And for the longest time I've wanted to evaporate and just live as condensation on the glass ceiling of the universe. Because for I don't know how long it has just felt so unfair, like why me? But today I realized that I've been reading the tea leaves wrong, I've been running from this weight been pressed against the shoulders of my spirit, instead of flipping the script and hitting the gym to work out my calve and thigh muscles so that I can hold up this weight with ease. I've been begging and pleading with gOd asking her why has she been drawlin on me so crazy. And she speaks to me in broken english so i don't fully understand what she's saying but you get the gist of it (sorta like the koreans in the corner store, you not quite sure what the hell they be saying but somehow you always get what you ordered). And she told me "Beautiful (that what she calls me) the reason I been getting on you so heavy is because I knows that A. You can handle the weight of mount everest on your back while juggling chainsaws in one hand and doing taxes and macroeconomics with the other and B. Because once I lift this weight from around your being I need you to go and tell everyone what it means to really be alive. and Beautiful only you have the voice and the words beautiful enough to deliver this message to the people. Because I made you beautiful, Beautiful...
.....
I love you."
so tonight my awkward soul doesn't feel as itchy, signing off
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Stephen Quire...A Distraught Soul
Hello Kings, Queens, and Jesters! Day three of this itchy experience, and I am having fun. I appreciate all of the feedback that I'm getting from you all, apparently I enhanced someones ganja high after they read yesterdays post and laughed to the point of tears (you still owe me money sucka, don't think I forgot just cuz I shouted you out on a post). And I'm glad that I can at least distract you from the normalcy of life for a least 6 minutes and 55 seconds (which is the average time ya'll spend on my page according histats.com, so say hola to the little counter doohicky at the bottom of my page) out of the day .
So people have been asking me what I want from the blog thingy that I've created here, and honestly I'm not sure yet. I think I've just gotten to a point where my head has filled up with so much nonsensical bullshit and my brain needed to take a leak (so I hope you guys wash your hands before leaving, WATCH OUT FOR H1N1!!! SWINE FLU IS A PLANE FULL OF COPS CRASHING INTO THE SUPERDOME AFTER KATRINA, THAT SHIT BE KILLING NIGGAS!!!) and this here blog is the result of that. But this is only the infant stages, where we testing the waters seeing what works and what doesn't. So I need ya'll to let me know what ya'll like and what ya'll don't like, so that I can precisely and accurately deliver the randomness. And let's make this an open ended conversation, even though I enjoy being the center of attention. I wana hear from ya'll as well, respond to a post with like a paragraph long ass thought if you want or send me a message in my in box. You can ask me questions if you like and I can answer them in my next post, we'll make a "ask an itchy soul" post out of it or something, and you can remain anonymous if you want, I won't put you on blast. Oh yea! And tell people about my blog if you enjoy it, I know I've left my link on a bunch of ya'll wall, but I dont wana have to keep harassing ya'll that's no fun, so ya'll harass for me, lol. The more itchy souls we get the more platypusness (this word by the way is very dangerous I've discovered, if you say it out of your mouth the wrong way...whatever just be careful with the way you use it is all I'm saying...[its actual definition is actually still up in the air so I'm open to suggestions]) we can have.
Sadly though today is gona be kinda busy for me so I don't know if I'll be able to rant and rave much as I'd like to, I'll be out and about pretty much all day. Ending up hopefully at The Harvest, Philly's most popping open mic, starting around 7pm! (Shameless plug) Its at the Hibachi of Penns Landing (I want 10% Vision). So if you come out tonight and see me, please walk up and scratch my soul.
So since I'm in some what of a hurry but don't wana leave you lovely people empty handed. Please enjoy the antics of this young fellow, that a certain big haired friend of mine introduced me to. His name is Stephen Quire, and his brother is the coolest mutha fucka on the planet. Stephen is a perfect example of why you should beat the shit out of you children. Because if you don't they might turn into this crazy ass "son of a bitch" as his grandmother put it (but crazy thing about that is if he's a son of a bitch and that bitch is her daughter, what in turn does that make her? Think about it).
But with out further ado
I present to you...Stephen Quire
Remote up ass = Pause
How does he scream so loud and not lose his voice I wonder. Homies got a hell a diaphragm
His brother knew he was gona do that shit, that truck was ugly as fuck!
^^^^But do remember that his mother did tell him that it was something he could beat it up...
I guess the oven was out of the question...
My dad has had his guitar for about 23 years, if i did this to his, i'd no longer be alive
Grandma is pretty gangsta I have to admit
Every dog has it's day I guess...
So by now you know the deal
this is an itchy awkward soul signing off
till next time
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So people have been asking me what I want from the blog thingy that I've created here, and honestly I'm not sure yet. I think I've just gotten to a point where my head has filled up with so much nonsensical bullshit and my brain needed to take a leak (so I hope you guys wash your hands before leaving, WATCH OUT FOR H1N1!!! SWINE FLU IS A PLANE FULL OF COPS CRASHING INTO THE SUPERDOME AFTER KATRINA, THAT SHIT BE KILLING NIGGAS!!!) and this here blog is the result of that. But this is only the infant stages, where we testing the waters seeing what works and what doesn't. So I need ya'll to let me know what ya'll like and what ya'll don't like, so that I can precisely and accurately deliver the randomness. And let's make this an open ended conversation, even though I enjoy being the center of attention. I wana hear from ya'll as well, respond to a post with like a paragraph long ass thought if you want or send me a message in my in box. You can ask me questions if you like and I can answer them in my next post, we'll make a "ask an itchy soul" post out of it or something, and you can remain anonymous if you want, I won't put you on blast. Oh yea! And tell people about my blog if you enjoy it, I know I've left my link on a bunch of ya'll wall, but I dont wana have to keep harassing ya'll that's no fun, so ya'll harass for me, lol. The more itchy souls we get the more platypusness (this word by the way is very dangerous I've discovered, if you say it out of your mouth the wrong way...whatever just be careful with the way you use it is all I'm saying...[its actual definition is actually still up in the air so I'm open to suggestions]) we can have.
Sadly though today is gona be kinda busy for me so I don't know if I'll be able to rant and rave much as I'd like to, I'll be out and about pretty much all day. Ending up hopefully at The Harvest, Philly's most popping open mic, starting around 7pm! (Shameless plug) Its at the Hibachi of Penns Landing (I want 10% Vision). So if you come out tonight and see me, please walk up and scratch my soul.
So since I'm in some what of a hurry but don't wana leave you lovely people empty handed. Please enjoy the antics of this young fellow, that a certain big haired friend of mine introduced me to. His name is Stephen Quire, and his brother is the coolest mutha fucka on the planet. Stephen is a perfect example of why you should beat the shit out of you children. Because if you don't they might turn into this crazy ass "son of a bitch" as his grandmother put it (but crazy thing about that is if he's a son of a bitch and that bitch is her daughter, what in turn does that make her? Think about it).
But with out further ado
I present to you...Stephen Quire
Remote up ass = Pause
How does he scream so loud and not lose his voice I wonder. Homies got a hell a diaphragm
His brother knew he was gona do that shit, that truck was ugly as fuck!
^^^^But do remember that his mother did tell him that it was something he could beat it up...
I guess the oven was out of the question...
My dad has had his guitar for about 23 years, if i did this to his, i'd no longer be alive
Grandma is pretty gangsta I have to admit
Every dog has it's day I guess...
So by now you know the deal
this is an itchy awkward soul signing off
till next time
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Scratching Nostalgia
Hello pretty people! It's me again, this is day two of my scratchy soul encounters. Glad to have you back.
Sooo anyway I was out somewhere about a week ago in NY on the train I believe, and I overheard a conversation between a lady and a gent sitting a few seats away. Now I wasn't listening in on their convo, but the young lady was speaking loud enough for a respectable-minding their own business-not eves dropping person like myself to know what they were conversing about anyway. So I was catching bit and pieces of it, you know nothing serious. But then the young lad had accused the afore mentioned gal of leaving trash of some sort in his coat pockets. Upon being accused she proceeded to suck her teeth and said "...nigga they ain't mines!"
Now you know how when you going through your regular day life and you just hear stuff buzzing around you? And certain things might jump out and catch your ear. And because of euphonious brainwashing we finish the line or phrase with what we've been conditioned to.
For example: I was talking to a big haired friend of mine last night and I believe she was playing music or something inspired her to say, "skip it". And instantly the jingle from my childhood pops into my head, and thanks to the glory of youtube I then looked up the commercial and began to sing along. "Hey now kids come gather round, see what just skipped into town! Skip-It, Skip-It, do a good jump, do a hop! Skip-It, Skip-It, twirlin' and a-whirlin' and a bop-she-bop! And the very best thing of all, there's a counter on this ball. So try and keep your very best score, see if you can jump a whole lot more!''
....Anyway so my point being you know those trigger words that are like engrained in you brain forever and ever?
For example #2: If I was to ask you what is "more fun than a pillow fight?" unless you never watch at least a half hour of nickelodeon as a child. You would already know off the bat that Sock em Boppers are, duh!
So anyway I've digressed, back to the train ride. Once I heard her say "...they ain't mines!" i instantly completed the phrase with "...they Bebe's kids!" (Long winded I know)
So after that moment passed Bebe's kids phrases kept popping into my head. "we dont die! we multiply!" Its has to have been about twelve years since I last saw that movie. And for some reason I remember it being off limits to me. My parents tried to protect me from the evils of the world. But I think I seen it over at my cousins house anyway. (PARENTS!!! STOP TRYING TO SHELTER KIDS, SHIT DONT WORK) Needless to say I didn’t remember a damn thing about the movie sitting on the train so I forgot about it.
So fast forward to last night/this morning (really hard to distinguish) I was bored in front of my laptop and seen a video on youtube with a clip from "the PJ's", which then reminded me of Bebe and her bad ass kids. So I look up the movie and of course youtube has it so conveniently chopped into eight, ten minute long videos for my viewing pleasure. And upon watching it again now twenty years old and with a lot more analytical capabilities, I ran into a problem. This shit is mad problematic. But they played it off so well that I almost didn’t catch it.
(ok so if you haven't seen the movie i'ma explain it for you but i'ma need to get niggerish on you to do it, so just be warned)
So homeboy Rob see this really fly shawty that he tryna bag at dis funeral and shit ("and shit" was so unnecessarily placed right there, but it actually fits! crazy!). So he go and holla at her, and she brush him off not tryna give him no play, you kno how jawns be, den she like if you tryna get wit this then you gona have to get wit my son too. And he like, shiiit im down!! aint nuthin but a thing to distract a lil kid. So he like ight ill pick you and the lil man up and take ya'll to Funworld tomorrow. So da next day he come through and now dis jawn got like three mo lil kids runnin round!!! He wtf!! so anyway dem lil muhfuckas aint hers, they Bebe's kids and she just lookin after them. ok so fast-forward, the day at the park is just full stupidness, kids just breaking shit. Rob's crazy ass chick that he used to mess wit was there drawlin hard as hell, and the white man who own the park is tryna keep the brothas down basically. ok fast-forward end of the movie. Now Rob ben bitchin and moanin for the whole flick about these badass kids and how they test tube babies and all that. So when he drop them off a Bebe's spot he wana go in and give jawn a piece of his mind. Turns out Bebe aint even home and its like one in da mornin and the fridge is empty kids is hungry, and the pizza man dont delivery to they part of the neighborhood no mo (go figure). Oh yea an the daddy aint around. So as much as Rob hated them lil nigglets he had to feel sorry for them (of course he did, its in the script). But he leaves them anyway gets into an argument shawty, drops her off and now he's out two fifty and aint got no butt to show for it (damn...smh). So to make an already short story even shorter he's at the bar feeling bad bout just leaving them there, and decides to go back for them, as he exits the bar shawty is standing there with all them bad ass kids in the car and every bodies happy and the take a trip to Vegas to go wreck more shit, and everybody lives happily ever after right?....WRONG!!!!!
Niggas just tried to deceive the hell outa me. That ending didn’t solve shit! All it did was prolong the inevitable trip back home for the kids walk into an empty crib, with an empty fridge, with an absent possibly crack addicted mother, and dead beat nowhere to be found father. All that movie accomplished to tell me was that life is fucked up, and it sucks, and aint shit you can do about it except distract yourself at "funworld" and a getaway to vegas. But eventually you gona have to bring your poor ass back to the hood and thats the way the cookie crumbles...
Sooo...im not sure where I was going with that just kinda tranced out a lil bit. But it's cool, because that's why we're here, for awkward tantrums and itchy rationalizations. Pretty much I think my point was something along the lines that back in the day we just took all that stuff in without looking deeper into it. Some of us where able to just make it entertainment, but then others seen it as reality. And I mean look at us today, ain't shit changed, we just got better graphics...
Well i think that’s enough from my irritated spirit today...
Once again, this is an itchy awkward soul signing off
till next time
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Sooo anyway I was out somewhere about a week ago in NY on the train I believe, and I overheard a conversation between a lady and a gent sitting a few seats away. Now I wasn't listening in on their convo, but the young lady was speaking loud enough for a respectable-minding their own business-not eves dropping person like myself to know what they were conversing about anyway. So I was catching bit and pieces of it, you know nothing serious. But then the young lad had accused the afore mentioned gal of leaving trash of some sort in his coat pockets. Upon being accused she proceeded to suck her teeth and said "...nigga they ain't mines!"
Now you know how when you going through your regular day life and you just hear stuff buzzing around you? And certain things might jump out and catch your ear. And because of euphonious brainwashing we finish the line or phrase with what we've been conditioned to.
For example: I was talking to a big haired friend of mine last night and I believe she was playing music or something inspired her to say, "skip it". And instantly the jingle from my childhood pops into my head, and thanks to the glory of youtube I then looked up the commercial and began to sing along. "Hey now kids come gather round, see what just skipped into town! Skip-It, Skip-It, do a good jump, do a hop! Skip-It, Skip-It, twirlin' and a-whirlin' and a bop-she-bop! And the very best thing of all, there's a counter on this ball. So try and keep your very best score, see if you can jump a whole lot more!''
....Anyway so my point being you know those trigger words that are like engrained in you brain forever and ever?
For example #2: If I was to ask you what is "more fun than a pillow fight?" unless you never watch at least a half hour of nickelodeon as a child. You would already know off the bat that Sock em Boppers are, duh!
So anyway I've digressed, back to the train ride. Once I heard her say "...they ain't mines!" i instantly completed the phrase with "...they Bebe's kids!" (Long winded I know)
So after that moment passed Bebe's kids phrases kept popping into my head. "we dont die! we multiply!" Its has to have been about twelve years since I last saw that movie. And for some reason I remember it being off limits to me. My parents tried to protect me from the evils of the world. But I think I seen it over at my cousins house anyway. (PARENTS!!! STOP TRYING TO SHELTER KIDS, SHIT DONT WORK) Needless to say I didn’t remember a damn thing about the movie sitting on the train so I forgot about it.
So fast forward to last night/this morning (really hard to distinguish) I was bored in front of my laptop and seen a video on youtube with a clip from "the PJ's", which then reminded me of Bebe and her bad ass kids. So I look up the movie and of course youtube has it so conveniently chopped into eight, ten minute long videos for my viewing pleasure. And upon watching it again now twenty years old and with a lot more analytical capabilities, I ran into a problem. This shit is mad problematic. But they played it off so well that I almost didn’t catch it.
(ok so if you haven't seen the movie i'ma explain it for you but i'ma need to get niggerish on you to do it, so just be warned)
So homeboy Rob see this really fly shawty that he tryna bag at dis funeral and shit ("and shit" was so unnecessarily placed right there, but it actually fits! crazy!). So he go and holla at her, and she brush him off not tryna give him no play, you kno how jawns be, den she like if you tryna get wit this then you gona have to get wit my son too. And he like, shiiit im down!! aint nuthin but a thing to distract a lil kid. So he like ight ill pick you and the lil man up and take ya'll to Funworld tomorrow. So da next day he come through and now dis jawn got like three mo lil kids runnin round!!! He wtf!! so anyway dem lil muhfuckas aint hers, they Bebe's kids and she just lookin after them. ok so fast-forward, the day at the park is just full stupidness, kids just breaking shit. Rob's crazy ass chick that he used to mess wit was there drawlin hard as hell, and the white man who own the park is tryna keep the brothas down basically. ok fast-forward end of the movie. Now Rob ben bitchin and moanin for the whole flick about these badass kids and how they test tube babies and all that. So when he drop them off a Bebe's spot he wana go in and give jawn a piece of his mind. Turns out Bebe aint even home and its like one in da mornin and the fridge is empty kids is hungry, and the pizza man dont delivery to they part of the neighborhood no mo (go figure). Oh yea an the daddy aint around. So as much as Rob hated them lil nigglets he had to feel sorry for them (of course he did, its in the script). But he leaves them anyway gets into an argument shawty, drops her off and now he's out two fifty and aint got no butt to show for it (damn...smh). So to make an already short story even shorter he's at the bar feeling bad bout just leaving them there, and decides to go back for them, as he exits the bar shawty is standing there with all them bad ass kids in the car and every bodies happy and the take a trip to Vegas to go wreck more shit, and everybody lives happily ever after right?....WRONG!!!!!
Niggas just tried to deceive the hell outa me. That ending didn’t solve shit! All it did was prolong the inevitable trip back home for the kids walk into an empty crib, with an empty fridge, with an absent possibly crack addicted mother, and dead beat nowhere to be found father. All that movie accomplished to tell me was that life is fucked up, and it sucks, and aint shit you can do about it except distract yourself at "funworld" and a getaway to vegas. But eventually you gona have to bring your poor ass back to the hood and thats the way the cookie crumbles...
Sooo...im not sure where I was going with that just kinda tranced out a lil bit. But it's cool, because that's why we're here, for awkward tantrums and itchy rationalizations. Pretty much I think my point was something along the lines that back in the day we just took all that stuff in without looking deeper into it. Some of us where able to just make it entertainment, but then others seen it as reality. And I mean look at us today, ain't shit changed, we just got better graphics...
Well i think that’s enough from my irritated spirit today...
Once again, this is an itchy awkward soul signing off
till next time
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Monday, November 30, 2009
Greetings From An Itchy Soul
Hello lovely people, welcome to my awkwardness. I'm glad that you've deemed it necessary to take time out of your humdrum day to come visit my thoughts. I'd just like to invite you to follow me on random trips down thought provoking alley ways and just laugh with me. Nothing too serious, just jibber jab out my noggin.
I'm not quite sure where to start with this one so I'll just randomize it and let you nitpick at the left overs. Ok, so first of all I hate writing things down. Period. I'm a poet and have never written a single one down. I don't write grocery list or wear name tags that I have to fill in myself. One of the reasons that I'm currently unemployed probably has something to do with all that writing that you have to do when you filling out applications. But I say all that to make this point...ya'll better enjoy these here blogs of mine because my knuckles started hurting after "Hello lovely...".
So I mentioned that I'm a poet, ehhh...I guess that's how I could classify myself. Or I could classify myself as a karate chopping-mega sexy-bubble gum popping-government hating-skateboard pushing-itchy soul...But I wont, so yea I'm a poet just to keep it simple. I've been "writing" for about four years now and it's been an interesting journey I must say. Learning the culture and way things work in the spoken word world, it's very freeing and liberating being around like minded people. but best believe politics finds its way everywhere, even underground. So in order to not get sucked up into all the whoop la and slams of poetry, I try to just call myself a visitor of poetry, so if the venue burns down I can escape out the back door and be on my merry way. but don't get me wrong, poetry has changed my life in so many ways with the many individuals that I've come across and lessons that I've learned. So I know that I owe so much of my growth and development to poetry. So me and poetry are still secret lovers...
Oh and did I mention that I also act as well??? Yup, I get my Forest Whitaker on. I've been acting even before I knew what acting was. When I was in elementary I was always the entertainment of the class. I never wasn't performing at home, in school, just in life period. So long story short I get to high school and discover that being an actor or a bank robber were probably my only two options in life. so my mom was against taking money that wasn't mine so I went with the acting. umm went to college for it and my school murdered a piece of my heart and love for acting.
(This is a very touchy and so so topic for me, so what I'll do is leave you guys hanging onto this right here, and I'll dedicate a whole post to it later on so that I don't leave anything out)
soooo.....anyway onwards and upwards
(See I told you I get the awkward moments popping, lol)
Anywho its way past my sleeptime and I'm so tired of typing and I actually can't believe that I typed this much. but I hope that I haven't bored you lovely souls to death or scared you off. because I have more bizarre to rant and rave about so
this is an itchy awkward soul signing off
till next time
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I'm not quite sure where to start with this one so I'll just randomize it and let you nitpick at the left overs. Ok, so first of all I hate writing things down. Period. I'm a poet and have never written a single one down. I don't write grocery list or wear name tags that I have to fill in myself. One of the reasons that I'm currently unemployed probably has something to do with all that writing that you have to do when you filling out applications. But I say all that to make this point...ya'll better enjoy these here blogs of mine because my knuckles started hurting after "Hello lovely...".
So I mentioned that I'm a poet, ehhh...I guess that's how I could classify myself. Or I could classify myself as a karate chopping-mega sexy-bubble gum popping-government hating-skateboard pushing-itchy soul...But I wont, so yea I'm a poet just to keep it simple. I've been "writing" for about four years now and it's been an interesting journey I must say. Learning the culture and way things work in the spoken word world, it's very freeing and liberating being around like minded people. but best believe politics finds its way everywhere, even underground. So in order to not get sucked up into all the whoop la and slams of poetry, I try to just call myself a visitor of poetry, so if the venue burns down I can escape out the back door and be on my merry way. but don't get me wrong, poetry has changed my life in so many ways with the many individuals that I've come across and lessons that I've learned. So I know that I owe so much of my growth and development to poetry. So me and poetry are still secret lovers...
Oh and did I mention that I also act as well??? Yup, I get my Forest Whitaker on. I've been acting even before I knew what acting was. When I was in elementary I was always the entertainment of the class. I never wasn't performing at home, in school, just in life period. So long story short I get to high school and discover that being an actor or a bank robber were probably my only two options in life. so my mom was against taking money that wasn't mine so I went with the acting. umm went to college for it and my school murdered a piece of my heart and love for acting.
(This is a very touchy and so so topic for me, so what I'll do is leave you guys hanging onto this right here, and I'll dedicate a whole post to it later on so that I don't leave anything out)
soooo.....anyway onwards and upwards
(See I told you I get the awkward moments popping, lol)
Anywho its way past my sleeptime and I'm so tired of typing and I actually can't believe that I typed this much. but I hope that I haven't bored you lovely souls to death or scared you off. because I have more bizarre to rant and rave about so
this is an itchy awkward soul signing off
till next time
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