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| we all have skeletons in our closets. those who claim not to, simply allow them to openly lurk their bedrooms in their slumber. may we not allow these skeletons to become bitter and angry, confined in our closetspaces, to grab at us as we prepare ourselves for each new day. my reflection veronica says that we must "give roses to them, slumber them with a lulluby of peace within our arms,within our outstretched palms, sing a song of forgiveness, love, realization to them, cradle them back to the ocean as we cleanse our very selves," and this is true. closets don't have locks on them, and we can either allow our wicked skeletons to climb into our sheets unexpectedly, or prepare ourselves with the self/love and self/understanding needed to sanctify them and re/intertwine them into our bones of now. to turn our backs on our pasts is to become vulnerable to them sneaking up on us from behind. to dwell on our pasts is to bolt ourselves in our closets to be forever terrorized by our demons. like how dirt coexists with flowers, may we acknowledge our pasts, presents, and futures as the myriad of experiences that we faithfully continue to piece together to create our masterpieces. | | |
| muahahhahahhaaaaa i am reviving LA XANGA!! | | |
| so there's this booger just chillin on the sink, and i think it's my roommate's, and i think he thinks it's mine, so we both don't want to clean it off...it's been there for about a week.
(notice how i took the time to take a picture, upload it, and photoshop it, but at the same time i'm too lazy to wipe it?)
dayaaaaammm this weekend was crazyyyyy!!!!!
FRIDAY was dope. in the morning i went to berekely high school where i'll be facilitating creative writing workshops for the rest of the semester! SO ILL, right when i walked in the first thing the teacher said to me was "did you know today is che's death aniversary?" whooaaaaa...got to catch up with the curriculum, they're reading pablo neruda and things fall apart...holla at hippies!
at night we checked out Generations...youthspeaks youth rocccck!!! i met jessica hagedorn!!! such a wonderful, beautiful spirit for real.
SATURDAY was hanging out at berkeley with alan and josh...mexican breakfast on a rooftop, vh1 soul, and downloading guerilla black and angelous. at night i met up with theill-lit squadron and we ripped up uc berkeley with our sneak preview of our new production! woot woot!!
and then came SUNDAY. so i was bored out of my ass, and was just going to go to amoeba to go music digging...jocie and melanie call me up to check out the show Cause...but we got there late...so instead we each bought 40s and drank them in the drum circle in golden gate park. it's pretty cool there...weird..but cool...lots of dirty white babies dancing around...
then we went to Second Sundays and everything blacks out after rocks it. i woke up in rafa's closet. | | |
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got this from angryasianman: in his new book, carson kressley from queer eye quotes: For five dollars, flip-flops are more fun than an Asian hooker -- at half the cost!
c'mon now...you grown-up version of macaulay culkin...i thought you'd know better.
anyway, we all know that asian hookers cost more than $10
wow...i can't believe i actually spent the time to photoshop that...i need to get a life.
anyway, it was down last time i posted it...let's try dis againizzle!
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| just got back from the 8th wonder show in sf. no matter what, 8th wonder will always be my most favorite poetry group. i don't know if it's the fact that they were the ones to inspire me in the first place, the fact that they truly represent what the bay is to me, or just because they're fucking dope, but truly, thinking back i'm so glad that things have turned out the way they did in terms of my relationships with its members. to think that i was just this distant fan back in high school, which has developed now into this whole craziness where i can share these dope connections with all of them.
personally, tonight meant so much to me because jason, lily, alan, and jocie were there...the four that were at that first show i ever went to. i remember the whole process of creating these relationships. we build our own heroes. and oftentimes we distance ourselves from them because there is a natural understanding that the more you know someone, the more human they become--and sometimes human is the last way you want to see your heroes. i really used to put these poets on pedestals. throughout this past year, there have been so many moments for allowing for humanity to resonate from them to me. i've shared moments of frustration and sadness, joy and inspiration, the way golda and irene interact with their sons, talking to jayar about relationships, the culmination of so many experiences have created such a complex phenomenon. sure, in this process none of these cats are the perfect-platinum-top-of-the-food-chain demigod poets that they were to me when i was HELLA ON THEIR JOCKS (i wont' front, shooooot). but in the end, i feel so much more rewarded by us exposing ourselves to each other with utter honesty and trust.
the night was hot. i'm really feeling it! i love hanging out with ill-lit! yall are my little thingamajjiggers! | | |
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