SKINNY JEANS

So, I saw a grown ass dude today, able bodied and shit but this cat was takin' the stairs like he got a spaldin (name of a ball for basketball) between his freakin' legs. Dude couldn't walk properly because of the pant he got his skinny ass into. A skinny jeans hangin' so tight and so low on his ass he could barely move. I swear, a year old child woulda out run this punk ass!

That appallin' sight kinda take my recollection back to a classic line ''I don't wear skinny jeans 'cos my nuts don't fit, yeaaaah", ain't that what the newly revealed soon to be Dad said in one of his hot joint? Am talkin bout Jay, as in Jay Z, the I got 99 pro'lem and a bitch ain't one rapper. Jus like Jay, I don't wear skinny jeans, but unlike Jay, I got a totally different reason why I would never be caught dead in one of those... and nah, it's not because my balls dont fit (unlike Hova). I had a traumatic experience with a skinny jean from way back when.

If this was on a talk show, this is the part where Oprah would lower her voice to a loverly tone, nudgin' me gently, tellin' me to let it all out. Dr Phil woulda put his hand on my shoulder, tellin' me everythin's goin' to be ok.

Anyways, ways before I was Badly Drawn, I think was about 7 or 8 years old, I had this lovely jean my Pops got me from one of his world tours... gettin in the jean was no problem at all. I'd feel like a freakin' rock star in 'em. Go to church with my Granny, showin' off and shit. The problem with this pant was, GETTIN' IT OF... I would spend close to an hour sweatin' and sheddin' tears of frustration, pullin' and wrigglin' with it... it'd take almost half the household to free me from that damn contraption. I had that same truamatic experience one more time before I said hasta la vista to it. I abandoned the pant still smellin' fresh like the day it came out the factory. Ever since those years, I've never dressed my ass with a skinny pant.

SKINNY JEANS

So, I saw a grown ass dude today, able bodied and shit but this cat was takin' the stairs like he got a spaldin (name of a ball for basketball) between his freakin' legs. Dude couldn't walk properly because of the pant he got his skinny ass into. A skinny jeans hangin' so tight and so low on his ass he could barely move. I swear, a year old child woulda out run this punk ass!

That appallin' sight kinda take my recollection back to a classic line ''I don't wear skinny jeans 'cos my nuts don't fit, yeaaaah", ain't that what the newly revealed soon to be Dad said in one of his hot joint? Am talkin bout Jay, as in Jay Z, the I got 99 pro'lem and a bitch ain't one rapper. Jus like Jay, I don't wear skinny jeans, but unlike Jay, I got a totally different reason why I would never be caught dead in one of those... and nah, it's not because my balls dont fit (unlike Hova). I had a traumatic experience with a skinny jean from way back when.

If this was on a talk show, this is the part where Oprah would lower her voice to a loverly tone, nudgin' me gently, tellin' me to let it all out. Dr Phil woulda put his hand on my shoulder, tellin' me everythin's goin' to be ok.

Anyways, ways before I was Badly Drawn, I think was about 7 or 8 years old, I had this lovely jean my Pops got me from one of his world tours... gettin in the jean was no problem at all. I'd feel like a freakin' rock star in 'em. Go to church with my Granny, showin' off and shit. The problem with this pant was, GETTIN' IT OF... I would spend close to an hour sweatin' and sheddin' tears of frustration, pullin' and wrigglin' with it... it'd take almost half the household to free me from that damn contraption. I had that same truamatic experience one more time before I said hasta la vista to it. I abandoned the pant still smellin' fresh like the day it came out the factory. Ever since those years, I've never dressed my ass with a skinny pant.

GAGA WINEHOUSE

Lady Gaga aka Gaga aka Joe Calderone aka... oh wait for it, Gaga Winehouse! Am so freaking sure y'all are hearing the Winehouse appendage for the first time, well that's 'cause I gave it to her. That skinny ass girl is headin' down the same road the newly daparted rehab-hatin' Amy mama-tell-me-go-to-rehab-I-say-no-no Winehouse travelled down. If Gaga doesnt tighten it up and head for the nearest rehab soon, millions of her fans will be burnin' candles, holdin' up lighters and throwin' bouquets at her fune-ral soon *sayin the funeral in frank ocean's singin voice*... am I being cynical? Nah! Am hardly a cynical mutherfucker but then again, maybe I am.

So Gaga or is it Jo Calderone went to the VMA with somethin' funky in her/ his vein talkin' bout Lady Gaga is not here when she got the award, playin' the multiple personality card but yo, dat girl ain't foolin' nobody but herself. She's losin' it. Tryin' way too hard to be weird.

Gaga needs a good fuck... oh wait, does she have a bf or gf?

I hope Akon or somebody from her camp will knock some reality into that coco-nut head of her's. Shawty needs to get back to the basics... make them black and white ivories cry a good cry, write a good tune and belt dat shit out. She needs to go sit her unsexy ass down in one corner and study the Madonna play book again or maybe give Adele a call for some advice. Damn, Gaga! I hope you turn around now from this road you're on... that road dont lead nowhere but perdition.

I hope a word is enough for Gaga Winehouse.

GAGA WINEHOUSE

Lady Gaga aka Gaga aka Joe Calderone aka... oh wait for it, Gaga Winehouse! Am so freaking sure y'all are hearing the Winehouse appendage for the first time, well that's 'cause I gave it to her. That skinny ass girl is headin' down the same road the newly daparted rehab-hatin' Amy mama-tell-me-go-to-rehab-I-say-no-no Winehouse travelled down. If Gaga doesnt tighten it up and head for the nearest rehab soon, millions of her fans will be burnin' candles, holdin' up lighters and throwin' bouquets at her fune-ral soon *sayin the funeral in frank ocean's singin voice*... am I being cynical? Nah! Am hardly a cynical mutherfucker but then again, maybe I am.

So Gaga or is it Jo Calderone went to the VMA with somethin' funky in her/ his vein talkin' bout Lady Gaga is not here when she got the award, playin' the multiple personality card but yo, dat girl ain't foolin' nobody but herself. She's losin' it. Tryin' way too hard to be weird.

Gaga needs a good fuck... oh wait, does she have a bf or gf?

I hope Akon or somebody from her camp will knock some reality into that coco-nut head of her's. Shawty needs to get back to the basics... make them black and white ivories cry a good cry, write a good tune and belt dat shit out. She needs to go sit her unsexy ass down in one corner and study the Madonna play book again or maybe give Adele a call for some advice. Damn, Gaga! I hope you turn around now from this road you're on... that road dont lead nowhere but perdition.

I hope a word is enough for Gaga Winehouse.

Am a descendant of Johnny Walker... no matter what haters say, I keep walkin'. Quote Me.

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AIDS... Arsenal Is Dyin' Slowly.

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PHOTOSTORY: Darkness

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PHOTOSTORY: Meet Dobs

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THREE STRIPES

From famous arenas
And thunderous applause
To the sidewalks
Where hard rains ceaselessly pour

From the euphoria
In the stands
To street hustle
Where shots are tied to time and chance

To the Originals
With hunger and drive,
Impossible is nada
In their three stripes

They walk miles
In legends' shoe
History in every step
And every move

The spirit of Adi Dassler,
The ever-present company
On the journey
To something legendary

THREE STRIPES

From famous arenas
And thunderous applause
To the sidewalks
Where hard rains ceaselessly pour

From the euphoria
In the stands
To street hustle
Where shots are tied to time and chance

To the Originals
With hunger and drive,
Impossible is nada
In their three stripes

They walk miles
In legends' shoe
History in every step
And every move

The spirit of Adi Dassler,
The ever-present company
On the journey
To something legendary

Folks always want company when they wanna do somethin' bad...
Quote me.

Folks always want company when they wanna do somethin' bad...
Quote me.

NEW DAY OLD (Haiku)

I'm a child
But I feel so damn old
On a newborn day

NEW DAY OLD (Haiku)

I'm a child
But I feel so damn old
On a newborn day

Hope is the most lost and found item in the world.

Jus incase u r tryna find me, am in the back of ur mind.

Jus incase u r tryna find me, am in the back of ur mind.

Hope is the most lost and found item in the world.

Head. Heart. Mind... time decides who and what we keep in those.

Head. Heart. Mind... time decides who and what we keep in those.

Walkin tall has got nun to do wit height.

Walkin tall has got nun to do wit height.

Love is not an idol-type song contest... you can't audition for dat shit!

Love is not an idol-type song contest... you can't audition for dat shit!

When folks won't give you a second chance... look for it and steal it!

When folks won't give you a second chance... look for it and steal it!

My word, someday you gon' pray to a God you don't believe in. Quote me.

My word, someday you gon' pray to a God you don't believe in. Quote me.

SHELVES

Shelves are made
For memories
Frozen in books and frames

Lives lived
And lessons learned
From shots missed

Mementos
Of heights attained
And lows that fought for crescendos

Trophies from triumphs,
Poignant moments
Young dreams can fly on

Hardcovers and paperbacks
Of lost loves
And loves gotten back

But, there's no place for dreams not chased
On the shelf, because
Til' your dying breath, they will keep calling your name

SHELVES

Shelves are made
For memories
Frozen in books and frames

Lives lived
And lessons learned
From shots missed

Mementos
Of heights attained
And lows that fought for crescendos

Trophies from triumphs,
Poignant moments
Young dreams can fly on

Hardcovers and paperbacks
Of lost loves
And loves gotten back

But, there's no place for dreams not chased
On the shelf, because
Til' your dying breath, they will keep calling your name

STRANGER'S EYES

I'm enthralled by Jemima's eyes
Bouquet of erotic fantasies
Swirl inside

Truth is,
When she smiled, sparks flew
From her pupils

Her face
Like neon light in the night, glow lustfully
When her eyes dilate

Bright is
The rainbow of sweet desires
In her iris

I'm a slave
To this stranger's eyes
And she doesn't even know my name

STRANGER'S EYES

I'm enthralled by Jemima's eyes
Bouquet of erotic fantasies
Swirl inside

Truth is,
When she smiled, sparks flew
From her pupils

Her face
Like neon light in the night, glow lustfully
When her eyes dilate

Bright is
The rainbow of sweet desires
In her iris

I'm a slave
To this stranger's eyes
And she doesn't even know my name

The Square Series: SPRING'S LONG HOT SUMMER

Syria burn
In the Arabian Spring,
Years of discontent into the streets, pour.
Unease hangs in the wind

An uprising given breath
Beneath a warm Tunisian sun,
Now lays in Deraa, drenched
In its own bloody pond

From Omsk to Damascus,
Al Assad drinks
With Bacchanalian abandon
Of the blood and tears of his "kins"

But in the face
Of armored tanks and troops
Khan Shikhum and Hama everyday every friday
For what they believe in, stand resolute

The Square Series: SPRING'S LONG HOT SUMMER

Syria burn
In the Arabian Spring,
Years of discontent into the streets, pour.
Unease hangs in the wind

An uprising given breath
Beneath a warm Tunisian sun,
Now lays in Deraa, drenched
In its own bloody pond

From Omsk to Damascus,
Al Assad drinks
With Bacchanalian abandon
Of the blood and tears of his "kins"

But in the face
Of armored tanks and troops
Khan Shikhum and Hama everyday every friday
For what they believe in, stand resolute

SKIN

Listen,
Let the touch of these hands
Speak to your skin

Let rapture pour
From these fingers
Into your pores

With this tongue
Your curves and stuffs
Will compose a mind-blowing song

Feel ridges
Of goose bumps
Rise in the wake of these kisses

Hear the hair
On the back of your neck
Stir

As feathery touches
Put you to bed
In zephyr-like swooshes

SKIN

Listen,
Let the touch of these hands
Speak to your skin

Let rapture pour
From these fingers
Into your pores

With this tongue
Your curves and stuffs
Will compose a mind-blowing song

Feel ridges
Of goose bumps
Rise in the wake of these kisses

Hear the hair
On the back of your neck
Stir

As feathery touches
Put you to bed
In zephyr-like swooshes

The Butterfly Series: FESTIVAL

A thousand butterflies
Wildly flutter
In the pit of my inside

Happy as the bees of spring
Floating from flowers to flowers
Stirring the nectars of my stomach with their wispy feet

The animated sway of colorful wings
Strum sweet nervous melodies
On my heart strings

Because i
Am the reluctant host
Of the festival of a thousand butterflies

The Butterfly Series: FESTIVAL

A thousand butterflies
Wildly flutter
In the pit of my inside

Happy as the bees of spring
Floating from flowers to flowers
Stirring the nectars of my stomach with their wispy feet

The animated sway of colorful wings
Strum sweet nervous melodies
On my heart strings

Because i
Am the reluctant host
Of the festival of a thousand butterflies

The Butterfly Series: SIBERIA

I'm on fire
But the thoughts of you
Are growing cold
Into Siberia,
I empty them butterflies inside
To "froze"

The Butterfly Series: SIBERIA

I'm on fire
But the thoughts of you
Are growing cold
Into Siberia,
I empty them butterflies inside
To "froze"

The Butterfly Series: BUTTERICIDE

I pluck the wings
Off the butterflies
Inside
And watch ill wind
That blows no good
Take 'em away from I

The Butterfly Series: BUTTERICIDE

I pluck the wings
Off the butterflies
Inside
And watch ill wind
That blows no good
Take 'em away from I