god protects babies and fools.

sometimes this wine taste better
when im angry.
with reason.
out of spite.

after chewing.
and nawing at you.
it compliments.
attitude.

i dont understand the catch.
even at the age of 22.
i seem valid in my convictions.
you flying off.
cant handle anything.

and what?

am i to honest.
my words bitter in your ear.
does it sit.
linger in the air.
the things you most fear.

is that my fault.
blunt objects of affection.
yet.
to the best of my recollection.
you dont listen.
you could give a shit what i had to say.

or said.
in one.
out the other.

you sit there somber.
contemplating something
you havent the gull to do.

and instead of hatred.
and venom.
all that falls out my mouth.
is pity.

just once.

still.
i want to do it.


just once.

LEMONADE & GOOD KARMA!

TODAY!

Between 12 and 3!!

Azalea and I will have a Lemonade Stand

by the VCU Siegel Center to raise money for

the Children's Miracle Network!!

A 1$ donation gets you lemonade and a Cupcake! ♥

SEE YOU THERE!

maternity.

underwater.

these beautiful memories captured by New York Photographer
Roberto Falck.

the lady is the boss!

<3

she being Brand

-new;and you
know consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and(having

thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.

K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her

up,slipped the
clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she
kicked what
the hell)next
minute i was back in neutral tried and

again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg.  ing(my

lev-er Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity

avenue i touched the accelerator and give

her the juice,good

         (it

was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens i slammed on

the
internalexpanding
&
externalcontracting
brakes Bothatonce and

brought allofher tremB
-ling
to a:dead.

stand-
;Still)


--- e e cummings

hypochondriac.

today i woke up.
feeling ill.

im always coming down with something.
the flu.
a baby.
consumption.
pneumonia.
the plague.
ghonaherpsyphaids.
all of it.
i got it.

im sure im not sick.

i think its age.
and the weather.
and dieing.

im sure it stress.
and my diet.
and timing.

alas.
here i lay.
bucket and bottle.
absorbing my resources.
cause it hurts just to swallow.

fuck you and the horse you rode in on.

sometimes.
i wake up.
only to envision.
me ending your life.
with the very same pillow.
under your sweet asshole head.

fucking michael jackson.

i dont mean to be an piece of shit.
but okay.
alright.
we get it.
he's not Kennedy.
he's not Obama.
he's not Martin Luther King.
he didnt have a dream.
he didnt change the world.
he's was a Jackson.
1 outta 5.

sometimes i wonder where our heads are at these days.
all of this shit on our tv is propaganda.,
to distract us from the destruction at hand.
all the devastation around the world.

so much real shit.
REAL SHIT.
so many other memorials we could be watching on tv right now.
so many other things i could be writing about right now.

all this news.
all this coverage.
all this distraction.
all this glitz and glamor and tribute.
we are still alive.
we are still dieing.
everywhere.
in real time.
not just on the radio.


take this shit a put it on a 50,000 foot plasma at the Staples Center.

PRIORITIZE.

you can leave your hat on.

when awake i am restless.
on edge.
trying to keep things clear.
my head.
my hands clean.
priorities straight.

ive got my vices.
smoke and the early morning light.
creaking bar stools.
empty eyes.




all of us have our sacrifices.
trying to it clean up.
our acts are well practiced.
filtered through half truth and misconceptions.

you are so perfect.
you've got everything in its right place.
i am so unsteady.
blowing and going like the weather.

but you invite me in.
and i accept.
the gloom before.
giving way to a flicker after.

this flint and match to ignite the night.

indiependance.

.red + white.
.black + blue.

cutting off my nose to spite my face.

cleft.

with out this i feel a little less.
i laugh a little more.
cry the same.

all this inside.
fast and furious.
creating turmoil and struggle.
resulting in tension.
and silence.

ill light this fire.
and burn this night.
if it means you'll cinder too.

all these band intentions.
that i failed to mention.
at the start.

misleading.
unyielding.
violently beautiful.

only a response to stimulus.
erratically.
yes intriguing.
still.

cant see the forest, for the trees.

bent.
yet still i am steady through this.

i close my eyes.
and i am surrounded by light.
squinting i can see the darkness.
its lifting.
shedding what it once was.
for something convincing and honest.




all this oxygen.
all these lungs.
expanding.
and pushing.

giving way to warmth.
function.

i wonder how long it takes.
for things like this.
to last forever.

when does time take root.
spouting the past.
budding the present.

eyes stretched like branches.
across the sky.