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.
^_^
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=) i've been completely enthralled with Mz. Monet since the first time i laid eyes on her. i admire her boldness to be and do just what she senses in the moment. All of her movements are calculated yet natural at the same time. She is defintely one of those...one with the help of Genius. ...someone really needs to pass what you wrote about her to her. She'd benefit much from your "ode" regarding her artistry- herself. you sold it my dear!
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