my palette...
my mind...
has always gravitated to the....
i'll refuse to say weird.
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.no.
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for to me, it's beautiful.
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music, art, the written word, fashion, sculptures, movies...whatever
if it has some sort of smooth intellectual edge to it, i float towards it.
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put that smooth intellectual edge in designer heels, natural kinks, pretty toes, with little make-up, kissed by the summer sunset, dressed in lindt chocolate, and fine as hell!!!...fine as hell according to standards...(hey, I have shallow needs...and needs are never shallow.)
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well then my friend, you'll have my strong weakness...

Yves Tanguy

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Dear Janelle,

why must you be so you. not a matter of complaint...not at all. just a matter of note. a honey-dipped quarter note that has a mind of its own, exploring every line and space. again i ask, why must you be so you. how dare you come into this "freak me baby, i got money" scene and bring your own cup of "i'm pleasantly myself" into the mix. you pour it softly but to not too soft to go unnoticed. how dare you sing as if you invoke your own guardian angels voice...maybe you've become so close to them that you now allow them to sing through you. how dare you! how dare you omit "you know what i'm sayin?" or "ya-nah mean???" when being interviewed. how dare you talk as if you have sense, as if you've (God forbid) learned something....absorbed something...how dare you emit what you've absorbed.

why must the camera have a crush on you....why must you have a crush on the camera. it's no secret. how dare you be sensually appealing with all of your clothes on...neck down. bow tie and all. how dare you. how dare you have a business mind to mind your own business...how dare you be sooooooooo out the box, that you sign with a professed "badboy". "this isn't kansas anymore"...how dare you come from kansas...how dare you be proudly black, kinks and all. how dare you have a slight southern drawl when you speak....certain words... how dare you have a muse and be a muse all at the same time...

so ya'll do still exist...
well
...so do we.

enjoy.

^_^

Legend

so i've had this for a while and never (up until now) took the time to write anything. so consider this a popped cherry, though i doubt one is able to pop their own......but thats besides the point....^^,

before I continue.....
May her soul rest in peace.

i hate seeing baba sad. he cared about her a lot. it also doesn't help that there are a lot of loose ends that need to strung together somehow. why are deaths like that......like why do people make it harder than it already is. especially those who are "close" (some may say they are only for means of gain) to the deceased.

well when i die, after doing what i was sent here for, have one kick ass party. play lots of dilla, osunlade, james taylor...especially sweet baby james. play the sh*t i loved. dance the night away. i don't mind you cryin, but i order you to party and party hard. i don't think thats wrong. besides, it's my wish. so, even those of you who have two left feet, thats no excuse...get on the floor and let loose. and someone make sure to yell out "CHESA!!" when a hot lady starts to groove on the floor. oh yeah, and laugh....laugh hard. make corny jokes. if you wanna drink, drink....hell i have, though i'm on a alchohol sabatical for who knows how long. once you leave....leave with sweat on your brow, sore cheeks from all the laughter, and a loss of voice. i would've have wanted it no other way.

^_^