While you were partying… 🍷
— KRS-One, “Original Lyrics,” from Boogie Down Productions’ Edutainment, 1990 (via rapquote)
I always felt like a titmice frantically looking for the right words to hurl out of my mouth.
Yet they always just stayed in my mind.
I felt stupid trying to force a conversation but the more I tried to let it flow the less it did.
Dribble, drip, drizzle, spill; stream, swirl, surge, sweep, gush, cascade, pour, roll, rush out of my mind.
my testimonials aren’t accurate. I’m not what you read.
Odd ball moments are what I live for even though I hate them.
Thoughts are choking on the blood rushing through my brain.
Who Am I? Where am I going?
Everyone I love and anyone I care for fits the bill in my life.
Nothing is open for discussion anymore. People hide their emotions and men are too afraid to be generous with their feelings.
What is this about? Why did the 1920’s end with chivalry and continue on with shortcomings.
Shall we sit down? Have coffee and a blunt perhaps?
Cat got your tongue?
I hate meeting people who have so much crass that it comes out in the clothes that they wear.
A refection says so much about a person.
(water running. chattering)
I’m in my kitchen drinking green tea and eating shortbread cookies. Both angelic apart but unfavorable together…
Kind of like us right?
What are you doing here? Are you lost? Did you come across this page again because you want to read my thoughts? Like reading them perhaps? Or are you that detached.
Intentions. I’m tired of that word. I think its a word developed by lairs who tried to make an excuse for being so shitty.
You were so intent on parting this rapture that you didn’t think about what you really lost.
Its a truth you made and I accept.
When you were doing one thing your mind was doing another. Two things at once.
Certainly you can’t get enough of a good thing.
Good night to you.”
Johnny Marie (2010)
I laugh at myself.