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12924, March AOTM: The Double Equinox! Posted by KnowOne, Sun Feb-29-04 07:27 PM
Yup.....you read right.....March's AOTM is both Blak & Del...a double deadly dose of literary artistry. I don't think we ready. (LOL) Congratz to you both....its been a long time commin'....but I'm sure it was worth the wait. Madd props....you two deserve it!!!!
Keep Flowin'....
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12925, RE: March AOTM: blak_yukon & delsbrothergeorge!!! Posted by Morehouse, Sun Feb-29-04 07:31 PM
much love.
peace.
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exist in limbo.
"we are accidents waiting to happen" -radiohead
"Poetry is a kind of distilled insinuation. It’s a way of expanding and talking around an idea or a question. Sometimes, more actually gets said through such a technique than a full frontal assault." -Yusef Komunyakaa
"The Black Artist's role in America is to aid in the destruction of America as he knows it. His role is to report and reflect so precisely the nature of the society, and of himself in that society, that other men will be moved by the exactness of his rendering and, if they are black men, grow strong through this moving, having seen their own strength, and weakness; and if they are white men, tremble, curse, and go mad, because they will be drenched with the filth of their evil."
-Amiri Baraka, from "State/meant" in the essay, "Home"
"My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love thee?...Imagine." -Saul Williams
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12926, RE: March AOTM: blak_yukon & delsbrothergeorge!!! Posted by ChuckNeal, Thu Mar-25-04 12:40 PM
co-sign
This up and coming producer from Philly does all live instrumentation and has a sick ass mix cd out with tight emcees from Philly. Web-site www.ahtakproductions.com Check that shit out and tell me what yall think. Peace.
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12927, god's son Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Sun Feb-29-04 10:00 PM
i used to sleep upstairs from god.
in a small ohio town on the second floor of the home in which i was conceived, born and raised.
he wore a beard his first name had 5 letters his surname had 6 his middle name wasn't "h." but it might as well have been for all the hell through which i put him and all the hell from which he sought to save me.
my god was true and livin' he was blue from livin' that by-your-collar, stretch-your-dollar, clock-punchin', shift-rotatin', 7 days on-2 days off existence.
so, he sought heaven in his family and he created paradise from them.
he woke up each morning next to the only dream he ever wanted to imagine.
he realized his own fantasies with every point and every rebound his sons crammed into the box scores of high school basketball games.
he accumulated siblings and parents among the townsfolk who came to love him simply because he was good.
and he tried to pass his version of paradise onto me.
but i'm named for milton, naturally, i lost it.
not when first phone call from precinct hall asked him to bring bail money for his first born, or when brew and food mixed to soil his brand new living room carpet, or even when i gave up on athletics before he was ready to.
no, i lost paradise the day i exceeded god.
it was one of those countless one-on-one battles when father schools son on how the game is supposed to be played
he let me jump out to an early lead -as he usually did- before reigning jump shot after jump shot on my bald, confident head.
but for the first time, my eyes looked down at his and my thighs were stronger than his and when i pounded the ball against the concrete backing him further and further into the paint:
god quivered.
spin move. elevation. ball. slams. through. hoop.
neither of us had the heart to finish the game; we both knew the outcome was inevitable and he knew it wouldn't be confined to that court.
i never celebrated that moment 'cause i never fully believed in it
until years later, when the old man stood in my home supported by defeated knees admiring the evidence of my own victories:
he smiled
and extended his hand not to shake mine, but to ask for help walking to his car.
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12928, RE: god's son Posted by revion, Mon Mar-01-04 01:47 AM
WOW! Better fasten my seatbelt...cause i think MARCH we're in for some good quality sh*t
great start!
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12929, RE: god's son Posted by Natalie, Mon Mar-01-04 04:32 AM
d, i believe this is the very first poem of yours that i read when i signed up on okp and, for me at least, that makes this start to your double header aotm even more meaningful. maybe if all life's lessons were this poignant we'd get ahead in the game much faster, but sometimes it's the trial and error and the scales falling from eyes long after the lesson's been given that can only make the lesson truly worthwhile. y'know?
peace, bro.
n.
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12930, RE: god's son Posted by gsquared, Mon Mar-01-04 10:27 AM
yes, very good work....
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12931, I am glad you chose this as one of Posted by mindful, Mon Mar-01-04 01:05 PM
the... poems to post.... *smiles*
========================= If I had a nothing would be what it is. ©Alice-Alice in Wonderland
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12932, RE: god's son Posted by tremahne, Mon Mar-01-04 02:57 PM
Great GREAT plot and execution. That's why you're AOTM right... This is definitely damn!worthy.
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12933, RE: god's son Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Tue Mar-02-04 01:58 PM
I believe this is my favorite flow of yours -- I remember the first time I read it -- It brought a *smile* & a tear to my eyes -- (at the same time) -- ;^)
(((Rainbows & Waterfalls)))
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12934, i still love this... Posted by Mindstorm, Wed Mar-10-04 05:48 AM
it never gets old...
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12935, CoSign Posted by KnowOne, Wed Mar-24-04 07:28 AM
n/m
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12936, ...shit Posted by Improv, Wed Mar-24-04 03:37 AM
This was damn good. Heh reminded me of that Cosby show ep when Theo was playing Cliff...
Almost every son can relate to that. Good work.
*shit I'm inspired now hahaha*
-Improv!?...he's on that Damita Jo...
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12937, i had no idea. beautiful. Posted by Otto, Fri Mar-26-04 06:57 AM
christ in you.
-Otto
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12938, The Double Equinox! -- Zenith Moment! Posted by Natalie, Mon Mar-01-04 04:27 AM
Congrats DBG and Blak! Wow! DBG, I'm really happy you got it, and Blak, I eat my words and I'm excited 'cause I don't have to wait and anymore and keep voting for both of you until you get it! LOL! Hugs, love, cheers, and respect!
Peace,
N.
NOTE: NOW Y'ALL BETTER RIP THIS!
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12939, Congratulations you two!! Posted by delrica, Mon Mar-01-04 05:35 AM
Do the damned thing!
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12940, *Giggles & Grins* Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Mon Mar-01-04 09:31 AM
I'm just elated!!! -- *smiles*
(((Double my Pleasure)))
And congrates you two!
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12941, word! Posted by LaDeeDeF_99, Mon Mar-01-04 10:00 AM
congrats Delsbro & Blak Yukonomics!
yaaaay!!
peace ladee
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12942, The Double Equinox! Posted by Zin, Mon Mar-01-04 10:23 AM
you know i'm gald this thing went down like it did ....peace playa's ....
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12943, congratulations.. Posted by gsquared, Mon Mar-01-04 10:26 AM
..to the both of youse, you deserve it now let the words flow..
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12944, wow...the system works!!! Posted by RatpackSlim, Mon Mar-01-04 11:43 AM
congrats, both of you...
anxious to see what this month brings...especially since i KNOW yer gonna bless us with at least one collab piece,right? RIGHT???
now back to AOTM already in progress.
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12945, RE: March AOTM: The Double Equinox! Posted by Instant Axis, Mon Mar-01-04 08:26 PM
Congrats to Del's but its about fuckin time Blak got this.....ive been votin for dude every time except this time and all the sudden cats recognize the talent........shit works in wierd ways..just happy you shining fam..peace to both.
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12946, pickin' boogers Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Mon Mar-01-04 10:28 PM
sometimes, love is a big ole booger and you're seven years old- wise enough to know about the grossness of it, yet curious enough to be compelled to dig.
sometimes, you are a booger dancing with index fingers, longing to be picked 'cause the cilia that holds you in place is neither comforting nor comfortable.
sometimes, you dance with the right finger.
and sometimes, you just don't get picked.
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12947, LOL! Posted by Natalie, Tue Mar-02-04 03:39 AM
what an analogy! ew! *runs away from the booger pickin' romeo all the while giggling at the silliness* cute :)
peace,
n.
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12948, Snot Funny -- Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Wed Mar-03-04 02:25 PM
But it's cute! -- ;^)
What an analogy?!? -- *whewwww*
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12949, i didnt know u were Posted by Otto, Fri Mar-26-04 06:58 AM
such a poet. i never see u post. im sorry i didnt vote for you. gosh, this is great.
-Otto
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12950, CONGRATULATIONS!!! Posted by mindful, Tue Mar-02-04 12:42 PM
now in de hell is blak?
========================= If I had a nothing would be what it is. ©Alice-Alice in Wonderland
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12951, niggerish Posted by blak_yukon, Tue Mar-02-04 02:30 PM
ladies!... gotta sat wassup to the ladies! they just as niggerish as the next man look at her hoodrat with high end taste moody,not yet mad bus stop with a dooney and burke bag cool as fuck this dirt bag mamma best believe if faced with drama momma in y'ass quick fast with them fake nails like sis up at county bout to kill a potential scholar cause she ignored the pill in a room of about 30 shes like what...30 wouldve been sooner but the crowd out front had other plans so in the line she waited now in the waiting room now at the time her mind up she made nah,aint doing this a forth time thas'niggerish beautiful brown lil'man will come of age to a stage of when upon acres he'll hear tales of mis momma's drama when she was niggerish moody,not yet all mad saw to the sky way passed her dooney and burke bag both have a good laugh on ma's ol'niggerish ways aint that somethin'
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12952, RE: niggerish Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Tue Mar-02-04 02:41 PM
Mos' def' feelin' this -- FROM THE INSIDE--OUT! -- ;^)
*No Doubt* -- It's a "Black Thang" -- Aaiirrybody can't always unnerstan' it! -- *chuckles*
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12953, BONUS: say word Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Tue Mar-02-04 11:00 PM
one word 5 letters started the conversation:
"my --gg-!"
"what up blak?"
motherless brothers waiting for the a train to brooklyn traded science like one was named isaiah and the other was named thomas.
on the platform, a man whose beard reached to his waist strummed two different keys of "fire and ice", a woman collected the scattered contents of a broken grocery bag flinging her spare arm at a little boy who knew how to dodge an angry hand, and a cotton-topped couple held hands on a "duro"-endorsed bench ignoring all of it.
two voices boomed from above preceeding two suits who descended the staircase one sharing a story with the other.
one word 6 letters ended the conversation:
"and then this --gg-- drove up in an escalade and..."
heads turned. the motherless brothers rushed the suits. double glocks cocked.
"what did you just say, motherfucker?!?"
the first suit turned the shade of whole milk and stammered letters that didn't form any word.
"motherfucker, i asked you a question!"
the second suit hugged the bottom stairs and closed his eyes jumbling the "our father" and "hail mary" in his head.
when the a train roared to a stop two men laid dead and two men fled.
say, word?
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12954, Awwwwwww Shitttttt !!! Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Wed Mar-03-04 01:30 PM
That was mos' def' a ~DOUBLE BONUS~ -- The storyline behind this pCe was price~less.
Mind you -- I don't advocate violence by any means -- But it's REAL -- And it's how "WE" do! -- (((Forreal Tho)))
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12955, RE: BONUS: say word Posted by blak_yukon, Wed Mar-03-04 01:54 PM
so,ok...why all the violence,mang?ha...its folks like yall that make BK look all crazy,lol... wow...shouldnt mentioned a fire hydrant at some point...nah,but your a sick writer,dude...
blk
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12956, RE: BONUS: say word Posted by Natalie, Fri Mar-05-04 05:24 AM
isn't it a shame though, as much as i understand it?
peace,
n.
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12957, LOL! Posted by KnowOne, Wed Mar-24-04 07:30 AM
Nice...that was crazy....
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12958, ha Posted by mindful, Wed Mar-03-04 12:26 PM
moody,not yet mad bus stop with a dooney and burke bag cool as fuck this dirt bag mamma best believe if faced with drama momma in y'ass quick fast
were u speaking of this one, blak? I really "really" dug the above lines... Peace~
========================= If I had a nothing would be what it is. ©Alice-Alice in Wonderland
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12959, BIG UPS Posted by WILDOUT, Tue Mar-02-04 03:46 PM
lol..
now make it happen
trilla fo oh fo ((wo))
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12960, a poem called “_______” Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Tue Mar-02-04 09:49 PM
no one is going to survive.
fate may not alert you to exactly what it has in mind, but it cannot avoid telegraphing that play that play being the end- the end of you.
whether or not you'd prefer to pursue forever, you can't. you just can't.
and the sooner a person tips his cap to that the sooner hair will stop appearing as clumps in his hands and the sooner his roots can begin to grow in the direction of their destiny.
no one is going to survive the big THIS but one can try to survive all the little thises that string together along the way or one may not want to for those little thises often feel larger than
l...i...f...e
and living doesn't seem worth the hassle 'cept for the moments that interrupt the little thises when
l...i...f...e
puffs a person's chest or pierces a person's sides through their lips and cheeks or strokes a person's hand to stop it from trembling and in those moments the big THIS couldn't be further away and the little thises simply go away.
no one is going to survive and none of us matter, but were it not for the matter of all the one you are wouldn't be here and here wouldn't be one half as _________ as it could be and the halves that need you to complete them would matter less leaving less matter of all for the here to know now forcing the now to know that it can't survive without the one and the one is you.
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12961, my mentor... surely, u should become that. Posted by mindful, Wed Mar-03-04 12:24 PM
no one is going to survive the big THIS but one can try to survive all the little thises that string together along the way or one may not want to for those little thises often feel larger than
l...i...f...e
and living doesn't seem worth the hassle 'cept for the moments that interrupt the little thises when
l...i...f...e
puffs a person's chest or pierces a person's sides through their lips and cheeks or strokes a person's hand to stop it from trembling and in those moments the big THIS couldn't be further away and the little thises simply go away.
surely. i believe these are probably the same lines i quoted to you about this piece before... isn't this the poem in which you first introduced the "______s?" Peace~
========================= If I had a nothing would be what it is. ©Alice-Alice in Wonderland
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12962, this line... Posted by KnowOne, Wed Mar-24-04 07:31 AM
>and living doesn't seem worth the hassle spoke to me. Nice drop.....
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12963, a proper hello and thanks Posted by blak_yukon, Wed Mar-03-04 10:34 AM
usually i shoot from the hip when i post. gonna do more writing first for this month. thanks for the vote yall.... still feeling my way through this
overdue my next project to most will be a debut every line devised to you comes across over night success but nah... this a dime and a few pennies of many setbacks yet that just kept flows in tact,righ' few sugar sis damp cause of nicca's point of view my raw subtle oh f'sho will bubble indeed my type of tai chi sedates souls make foes reconsider ill advised manuevers against the time tested rally your ears around he who finessed it you braile mines those stale rhymes fall flat in the abyss alchemist over whatevers given powersteer driven commadeered authentic long dick out for pennants staircase music for those with a jones for labels absolut on the rocks for like an hour still stable this for those who who saw eviction,steel cable still able to bang out shit opposite of frail fables and shit one of many a mic mechanic overtime with rhyme killin'the stagnant home grown minus the additives at it again in all black like annakin sky the black hispanic v.i still doin'it yeah
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12964, *Yeahhhh* Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Wed Mar-03-04 01:23 PM
>at it again in all black like annakin sky >the black hispanic v.i still doin'it >yeah
(((U Go Boy))) -- I mean ---- MAN!!! -- *smiles*
This flowed downhill like hott lava over ice -- *SMOOVE*
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12965, did i say... Posted by Natalie, Wed Mar-03-04 03:41 PM
that i'm impressed? no? well, i am 'cause this was tight! very nice! finessed this indeed :)
peace,
n.
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12966, Happy Birthday Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Thu Mar-04-04 02:08 AM
"Hey Boyd! Ain't today your birthday?" The body on the other side of the cold cell bars did not stir as the head nodded affirmation.
"What are you? 36? 37?"
Lips parted to liberate the only words he would speak for that day: "37."
"Damn, Boyd, that means you've been in here longer than you were out there, huh?"
Boyd raised his eyes toward Officer Kovacs who was happy to be 10 minutes away from clocking off the graveyard shift at the Clinton Correctional Facility. "I bet you wish they woulda asked for the death penalty."
Prisoner #112255123 allowed his eyes to drift back to the ground that had owned them for nearly two decades.
He gazed at nothing, paralyzed by the everyday that had come to know him on the day he would kill to undo.
"Well...happy fuckin' birthday to ya, Boyd."
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12967, RE: Happy Birthday Posted by Natalie, Thu Mar-04-04 03:53 AM
"He gazed at nothing, paralyzed by the everyday that had come to know him on the day he would kill to undo."
head nod on the whole piece; those lines up there, though...cyclic...though, now, i wonder....
peace,
n.
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12968, *speechless* Posted by KnowOne, Wed Mar-24-04 07:33 AM
THis was amazing....not what I expected at all.
Keep Flowin'........
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12969, wow! Posted by STIMULI, Thu Mar-04-04 11:38 AM
congrats guys.
and you, yes YOU! we have some discussing to do.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "...lies are what the world lives on, and those who can face the challenge of a truth and build their lives to accord are finally not many, but the few." -- Joseph Campbell
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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12970, asphyxiation Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Thu Mar-04-04 10:33 PM
everyone loves, but everyone doesn't love the same. myself, i tend toward the life and death approach to love where my heart replaces my respiratory system: desperately inhaling, panting, struggling to catch my breath during the euphoria of the moment; eventually transforming O-2 to CO-2 until the air becomes thin and the lack of it chokes me.
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12971, hmmm.... Posted by KnowOne, Wed Mar-24-04 07:36 AM
interesting.....
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12972, blak_attack... Posted by Omoge, Fri Mar-05-04 10:50 AM
one of my favorite MC's...
O)
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12973, just my imagination Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Fri Mar-05-04 09:49 PM
assemble 25,000 fifth graders and ask the question posed to them previously on at least a dozen occasions:
"what do you want to be when you grow up?"
the inbetweenagers will dream up any number of real or ficticious occupations but none will aspire to be
a failed writer.
few – if any – will anticipate failure several may see a future for themselves literally but none will aspire to be
a failed writer.
i know i didn't.
but here i sit cursing my own dna for 78 inches instead of the 84 that would have been celebrated 82 times a year as the starting power forward for the ___ _______ ____rs.
but here i sit cursing my father's thousands that didn't have enough cents to be the millions that would have piled high enough for my family to sit in the lap of a much higher tax bracket.
but here i sit cursing the blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah 'cause i can't seem to write well enough to spell out s-u-c-c-e-s-s; my pen is only capable of s-u-c.
and whenever i see what it is that i appear to have become, i come to my senses recognizing that my own inches and the cents that were available to me and the blahblahblah i know so well are not really that bad.
they're just not quite as good as my fifth grade self might have imagined.
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12974, back than to now Posted by blak_yukon, Sat Mar-06-04 07:49 AM
was with the nyabinghi(?) put on to do a site called this arial fonts color primary wrappin'up this sick demo and school i'm so very ever so ready to head back up top indeed till than this new site invites folks to post,right i'm like dude people really gonna read this shit? on a humble after postin'through him adam opus the guise at the time other words how i splits m'time because of chiefin' on the subject of name we speakin' a verse sparked a thought of "yo!.." from two words blak than yukon sounds like you on top of obstacles conquered its possible plus this monolith onyx move ahead now in the moment the steez how i get down mongst the great my place i take,right now dark to light from ranger to king i'm sayin' guess yall do like how i does m'thing imagine that
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12975, Imagine That! -- *smiles* Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Fri Mar-12-04 03:24 PM
>guess yall do like how i does m'thing >imagine that
Yes, "WE" does like how YOU do's yo thang! -- *wink* -- (((No Doubt)))
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12976, the seed Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Sat Mar-06-04 11:59 PM
her belly is growing.
i see this even if no one else can.
so, too, do i see
that she falls asleep most nights in her own bed with her nose buried in the splayed spine of a university textbook.
i see that she needs a wrist watch with a second second-hand 'cause there isn't enough time in her week for two part-time jobs on opposite sides of town on top of her full load of courses.
i see that she searches for the patience to nurture her baby sister, the strength to scold her adolescent brothers, and the courage to forgive her father and mother for raising only one of their four children before giving in to depression and addiction.
i see that she has needs.
her blood flows red and no one would blame her for inviting a man to share her bed especially not a brother as fine as him him who brings her flowers every tuesday at 1:23 pm because she dared him to once and he promised to return every week thereafter if only she would reproduce that same smile.
i see that she is now sick every morning and sick every evening when considering the choice before her.
i see that she and he were not meant to be a family possibly because he already has one probably because her own is more than she can handle.
i see that she will choose without regard for her first communion or confirmation but in strict accordance with what she believes are her own limitations.
i see that she will choose life.
it just won't be mine.
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12977, i see... Posted by Natalie, Sun Mar-07-04 06:41 AM
that i felt like 'one blood' rushing through her veins looking out on her world through her eyes, conveying that message and transferring it to the wisdom of the unborn who knows that 'i have served my purpose and my purpose is done...even if it is not what i would choose...' and there also seems to be a mild bitterness in that last line, y'know?
i enjoyed this read as always, d.
peace,
n.
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12978, RE: the seed Posted by soulchild, Fri Mar-12-04 05:21 PM
wow. can't say much else. ___________________________ -Phyllis-
...The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom...
- Maya Angelou
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12979, monogamied Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Sun Mar-07-04 09:42 PM
love used to come one at a time until too much of one love was not enough to free her from the confines of her own heart.
rather than close, she choose to open her heart to as many lovers as would love her and she made each one of them feel special though she did not specialize in any one.
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12980, i like the flip on this switch. Posted by Natalie, Mon Mar-22-04 01:46 PM
very nice. kinda reminds me of that woman in revelations...i don't know why exactly, but it does. sad, too...
peace,
n.
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12981, RE: March AOTM: The Double Equinox! Posted by double entendre, Mon Mar-08-04 08:12 AM
congratulations to you both.
peace.
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12982, i'm glad my brother george is here. Posted by CincyEducator, Mon Mar-08-04 08:48 AM
you've inspired me in more ways than you know....for all the years we've grown together.
not that publicity is required to pay tribute to older siblings but your words are incredibly reflective of the person and the person is a beauty to behold.
if only my own misspent words could flow so freely, so melodically, so....well. Simply put, your work is incredible.
you got the poetic pen in the family and I got all the good looks. I'll take it.
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12983, Obligations Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Mon Mar-08-04 09:25 PM
If I...
thank you laugh at your joke wish you good luck say that your shirt is dope wave you to cut in front of me on the freeway help you move give you my full attention while you're sharing a problem tell you I love you;
I do it 'cause I want to, not 'cause I'm s'posed to.
My only obligations in this life are:
to breathe to sleep to eat to shit & to die.
Because I must do each of these by myself, I am not obligated to you in any way & the only one I might do for you is the last one.
But that'd only be 'cause I want to, not 'cause I'm s'posed to.
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12984, RE: Obligations Posted by Natalie, Tue Mar-09-04 02:49 PM
mhm.
so true.
peace,
n.
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12985, Vesper and Oxnard Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Tue Mar-09-04 10:21 PM
the steady wail of stomachs signaled revelry for the men who stood on the corner of Vesper and Oxnard some were summoned by their own hunger, but most rose in response to the desperate melodies that played hundreds of miles away Mariano liked to tuck his left foot underneath him as he offered his weight to the metal pole that also propped up a wall of chain links he had 3 babies in a small town in the state of Jalisco that only the 97 people who lived there had ever heard of & if you asked him (or if you didn't) he'd dig into his shirt pocket and present you with a single photo where all 3 of them wore sunshine on their faces & if you asked him (or if you didn't) he'd tell you, as best he could in the tongue that wasn't supposed to be his, that the photo was taken on his oldest boy's eighth birthday which was 3 years ago last month & if you asked him (or if you didn't) he'd sigh that he hadn't seen his babies since 5 days after that picture was taken and he'd sink back into the fence whispering a "Hail Mary" preparing to pounce anytime any passing car slipped below the speed limit Rodrigo planted his back against a palm tree waiting for the morning to pass 'cause the afternoon was always good to him one day of work a week was usually enough to last from Sunday to Saturday providing enough bread to pay for his 1/5 of the rent for the room on Eighth and Victory where he laid his head and enough bread to fill his stomach every other day or enough tequila to tease his liver every third day but he never knew which day it would be and he could never tell whether it was the week or the weekend every day became another that looked just like the one before it except for the days when the skies over Southern California cried on those days, Rodrigo would say to the other men, "God's heart is broken, too." Emiliano still wore hope on his sleeve as if it were his padrecito's finest cufflinks his brand new wife and her belly fat with life stood somewhere next to him on the edge of the sidewalk while they waited patiently in Tijuana for Emiliano to send money for them to join him in the States he had been hired five times for work during his first month in Los Angeles and he saved all $200 he had earned at the expense of his own waistline which shrank by the hour unnoticed by the eyes that looked forward to meeting his first son Emiliano guessed that six months of work would be enough to pay a coyote to sneak Amelita across the border before the baby came and he crouched anxiously in a mock 3-point stance believing that Abraham Lincoln and Mickey Mouse were real people who might one day be his neighbors when a 2004 Dodge Durango eased to the curb on the western side of Vesper at 9:30 am the blonde bobcut who lowered its tinted windows sat up straight in her seat when the men on the corner surrounded the SUV after a deep, calming breath, she asked if anyone spoke English standing side-by-side and on top of each other, Mariano and Emiliano both said, "Si." the woman craned her neck forward, her eyes scanning the contents of the two characters whose bodies were being smashed against her car & when she judged them to be harmless, she asked if either man knew anything about roofing Mariano and Emilano both said, "Si." the blonde bobcut paused before unlocking the door behind her instructing both men to get in -which they did- and the 2004 Dodge Durango turned onto Oxnard accelerating toward the the work that needed to be done and away from the wait that never would be for the men who stood on the corner of Vesper and Oxnard.
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12986, RE: Vesper and Oxnard Posted by soulchild, Fri Mar-12-04 05:17 PM
i like how you had me thinking that this was placed a long time ago in america's history. but then you switched it up in the end...making the point (to me) that these guys did not only stand on the street corner in 1935...but today too. ___________________________ -Phyllis-
...The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom...
- Maya Angelou
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12987, eventually Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Thu Mar-11-04 08:03 AM
i don't have to tell you what song these lines come from:
"eventually if it was meant to be it would be 'cause we related physically and mentally"
you know them better than i do and i dig that about you.
always have.
i remember that first day names exchanged handshakes, smiles, soft caresses followed but what stood out most was the way you elbowed cats in the front row at the common show making you the coolest chick i had ever met
oh and you were fine, too still are fine, that is and (arguably) the coolest chick i ever met.
but that's not why i love you matter of fact, i've loved you for so long that i can't remember why i do and i never question it.
it is what it is.
what has changed between now and every moment before is that my only thought of you is:
i want to strip you naked and make you howl everyday because i have nothing better to do literally because there is nothing better i could do.
and that would be a good thing if you were mine but you're not and i'm not sure that i want you to be 'cause the freedom you give me is not unique and i know enough that i cannot trust you to stay in love with me no matter how deeply you've already fallen.
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12988, kudos... Posted by CincyEducator, Thu Mar-11-04 08:14 AM
...I've read each of these, plus each of the many others you've e-mailed me privately. The quality is always there. When I get home from work tonight, I'm pickin' up my own pen and gettin' to work. I appreciate the inspiration.
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12989, your friend, the asshole Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Fri Mar-12-04 07:13 AM
you can tell me i'm an asshole. you don't need my permission but i figured an invitation wouldn't hurt. and if anyone is qualified to say so, it's you 'cause you see and know all the things you never wanted to bear witness to but you still answer the phone when i call and you still invite me to your house to watch the lakers game and you still don't ask me for the money i owe you even though you know i can finally pay it back. and i don't understand why i'm probably not supposed to i ought to just be thankful that you've stuck around and i really ought to ask you to stay a little longer 'cause i'm gonna need someone who won't call me an asshole no matter how much of one i am.
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12990, Down~ 2~ Earth -- (AND "REAL") Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Fri Mar-12-04 03:21 PM
I can relate! -- ;^)
*Felt*
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12991, "and" Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Sat Mar-13-04 04:15 PM
I. Sam and Jan were never supposed to have an "and" Sam: the self-professed homophobe Jan: the man who loved other men but neither had ever known a wit as towel-like as his own nor had either ever encountered a –lic who could match him drink for drink and neither Sam nor Jan ever expected his reflection to talk back to him.
II. Jan’s jaw was made heavy by his libido at first site of Sam causing him to ask:
"Who the fuck is that?"
on the other hand, Sam struggled equally in looking at or away from "familiarity" and so it went that Sam and Jan found their "and".
III. Sam liked to rant Jan liked to listen Sam railed about the shortcomings of the capital "L" left and longed for The Revolution Jan hung on every word even as he knew that "Stonewall" was pure Greek to Sam. for Jan, there was something about the combination of Sam’s cadence and passion that could not be avoided.
IV. Jan lived frankly Sam respected Jan’s "frank"-ness Jan did not carry himself like some "Mary" and he proudly wore permanent wounds on his neck, stomach and calf as a resume for not being fucked with, so it confused Sam that he found himself more impressed with Jan’s deft tongue than he was with Jan’s pugilistic prowess. Jan was a charmer and sometimes Sam thought himself to be "lucky".
V. For years, Sam and Jan were a lower case "and" Jan put a governor on his feelings for Sam and "governed" other man after other man while Sam gave away his heart to one woman every three years only to have it returned after a month or less each time as if it had no value as if he had no value and each time, comfort was called Jan and value came from the man who would be if only "he" weren’t. and each time, Jan considered upgrading their "and" but "he" didn’t.
VI. One day when Sam had had too little to drink and Jan threw punchlines that had a washboard effect on Sam’s stomach Sam asked:
"Why don’t you hate me?"
"Why would I hate you? Why would anyone?"
"Because I hate me."
"Why?"
"Because I’m not you."
Jan wanted to tell Sam he loved him Jan wanted to tell Sam why but he knew Sam well enough to know that contempt was all that was left maybe all there ever was or would be so Jan said nothing bought his friend a drink and left his "and" alone.
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12992, more than that Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Sun Mar-14-04 07:47 AM
i keep losing the argument with myself:
she was supposed to be my _______ but i lost that opportunity and now she is only my _______
what's the difference?
what's the problem?
the difference is like...
like....
some people would say night and day others might say it's the difference between 5:58 am when the moon still reigns and 6:03 am when the sun finally breaks through.
me, i figure the difference is possibility versus reality and i really liked that possibilty in the same way that reality just doesn't sit well with me.
and that is the problem.
i want to not want her anymore but i need to be close to her -or as close as two people can get from 3,000 miles away- so i continue to keep up my end of the "we" and i keep losing the argument with myself that she is just my _______ when i know that i want so much more than that.
and i just can't have it.
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12993, find myself doing this all the time... Posted by KnowOne, Wed Mar-24-04 07:37 AM
>i keep losing the argument with myself: nice drop....
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12994, Mae Culpa Posted by blak_yukon, Mon Mar-15-04 06:21 AM
its whats around that had me on awol away from what the calender called me over here for,yeah somewhere while in the midst of the party gotta call upon the flip of overdue thangs'n shit that plus where a nigga lay became the batcave'n shit yo... out of the blue told he gotta get a provider or its I without the light s'like aight yeah you got me peace of mind was up for grabs for the take plus the lab was close due to spring break i mean its like yo things take a spell or more for more than what you got than were you at,right ha,enough of that blak vertabrae,baby blak's back with his crazy ass official'ficinado holdin'bottles of that scottish brew alot of you think be german but its not though type colossal of the original school apostle ayo,del...dude i got you
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12995, jesus walks (in l.a.) Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Mon Mar-15-04 08:04 AM
yo, the sun rise 365 and it stay high 300 times in clear, blue skies over big, blue wide somewhere, inside the city god hides waiting for his angels to bring him the head of the devil, but the kid is nice and wings lose flight like grocery workers lose strikes like a dime'll get you life when it's third and long like prop. 13 made low property taxes right and public schools wrong. so the devil moves freely from ro-day-o to ro-de-o in a forest green h-2 bumpin' bootleg snoop lookin' for god thinking: maybe the most is just an illusion courtesy of industrial light and magic johnson's tgi fridays. when harvey weinstein rang his cell phone, the devil did not see the homeless man crossing the street and did not have feet fast enough to brake for jesus mosqueda. thank god jesus didn't break. lung collapsed, he sat in the hospital devil holding vigil waiting for him to rise. on the third day, when jesus opened his eyes he saw his brother pecking away at a screenplay on a g-5 and asked the devil: "se hablo espanol?" quick tongue, only one said: "no." up from his bed, jesus walked sat next to the devil and talked video for "we're all in the same gang" on the screen overhead jesus said: "the me i see in you and the you i see in me is what makes me believe that i will endure even if i don't survive." jesus mosqueda stood left room 305 devil silent at cedars-sinai watching the sun set waiting for the night to come for him.
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12996, RE: March AOTM: The Double Equinox! Posted by Decstar, Mon Mar-15-04 11:05 AM
sorry for tha late congratz, but......CONGRATZ. i know this gonna be hot. about time DBG and yukon, u gets mad props from me, fam. big ups to both of ya'll.
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12997, a conversation with britney spears Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Tue Mar-16-04 03:58 AM
she sat alone, unintentionally, her blonde locks poking out from under a faded baseball cap while she waited to order her lunch at the italian trattoria on wilshire just across the street from the workmen's outlet.
she caught my attention because the $450 sunglasses she wore wouldn't stop scanning the room searching for whomever was supposed to be there.
she noticed me and smiled politely like women in l.a. do when they wish to be left alone, but something about her body language said she really didn't want to be.
too many sips of wine caught up to me and propelled me toward the restroom; along the way i stopped by her table gently patted her bare, toned bicep and whispered confidently:
"he'll be here. he'd be a fool not to be."
she lowered the car note that sat atop her nose and looked up at me as if i'd just told her there was no monster hiding under her bed.
"he'll be here."
i said again.
as she opened her mouth, the state of louisiana crept out:
"well, if he doesn't get here in, like, the next 5 minutes..."
she failed to finish the sentence, but the way her eyes moved across me i could feel her finish the thought.
i smiled and excused myself.
in the restroom mirror, a man stared back at me who contemplated the best way to keep his name out of the tabloids while inspiring her to sing it as if he were the lord jesus christ.
returning to my table, i gave up on basking in blasphemy when i saw that her company had finally arrived.
after paying my bill, i gathered myself to depart and caught her attention one last time. she smiled widely and tried unsuccessfully not to stare at me.
as the pile of bronze muscles in an extra medium t-shirt negotiated his meal with the waitress, she removed her sunglasses and mouthed:
"you were right."
i nodded and slipped through the side exit.
before crossing wilshire, i glanced again at the icon whose eyes were still trained on me she waved: "see you later." and i said: "goodbye."
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12998, colloboration: were we comin'from Posted by blak_yukon, Tue Mar-16-04 05:05 AM
since out the womb with a heart murmer,crooked feet symbolic its like he gotta crawl to reach the peak brought home away from the haunted castle king's county irritable fuck so much so pops like forget it traded concrete for cobblestone alone for whats at hand farewell to the apple hello savan imagine that little living room raps the rage for crews of yacub types few dark yo whos the true type overtime of both colors likeminds i find like brothers eventually circulate tapes off chemistry its there where realization through a unit done it than smiling back on how we doin'it now multimedia cats web or printed paper,how you want it new point of view from a colored crew is how we on it though a break umongst ranks for the rest its a keep doin with a God bless registered trademarks shirts tucked in remembering days in the lab with a spark of the dark green now a phantom thats hardly seen its just he with words to or not to take action other than that he just observe position preferred most high come first shotty on this ride called the paper chase in this game the well seasoned vet who just marinates i... i see a move comin'...i i see a move comin' its comin'on somethin'like this dude here,c'mon...
on the first day of spring in the bicentennial two blue collared Buckeyes held number one son took him home to 790 and kept him there in a Norman Rockwell painting seated in front of tv screens most of the time til 18 hoop dreams deterred he went away to school too cool to fool with any substances too needy not to at some point the kid fed his mind answers to the questions no one else asked and sprinted through a bachelor’s so Nan and Pap could see him walk before they did all the while alien culture called to him taunting him with a pen 4 years of Steel made him hard enough to load up his stuff and move to Bev-er-ly where stars go to die and be reborn as normal folk who teach acting classes year 2 in Cali blew a heady gust of a woman and nearly swept him away to Chicago did leave him disheveled sitting with a drink in one hand and the remains of his heart scattered about about 3 months into the afterlife of her he let his fingers do the walking and he ain’t stopped talking to the page since no evidence this is calling no choice but to answer.
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12999, oooooooooooooo, i like! very nice! Posted by Natalie, Wed Mar-17-04 10:00 AM
a collab from the two of you and it is a very nice statement of where you both are in your life right now! very cool! very, very cool! so, is there an audio as a next installment? y'know, to go with this piece?
*cheers with pom poms!*
n.
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13000, band-aid Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Wed Mar-17-04 07:23 AM
a friend called yesterday said she was doing much better than last we talked. i congratulated her, listened to her plan for landing a new job, made a joke about ole dude that did her dirty, told her a story about losing my atm card, asked whether she preferred kerry or edwards and bid her good night. you know how you can hear someone smiling on the other side of the phone? well, i heard that for the entire duration of the call. and it wasn't the first time with her and it wasn't the first time in general. actually, it happens quite often whenever my "friends" call. personally, i don't think i'm that charming or witty or intelligent or even better than the average listener. but i'm a damn good band aid. not in the penny lane sense of the phrase wait... yeah, it is a lot like penny lane i don't muse for -icians but i do find my way into the lives of wounded women and when i do they're still trying to scar and sometimes, they're too scared to stare at anything but their own pain and when i come along: *easy enough on the eyes to be looked at instead of away from *smart enough to know that what's above her waist has more value than what's below it *and _____ enough to ask for nothing from her any woman will affix herself to me to serve whatever purpose she needs until she can say that "she's doing much better" and she can move on to pursuing all the things she wants. some women keep me around after they're healed some women don't but there's no shortage of would-be lovers who seek a "friend" to help them mend and i'm a damn good band-aid.
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13001, RE: band-aid Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Wed Mar-17-04 08:08 PM
I've got a box of band~aids -- Just like in this flow! -- *smiles* -- They come in handy periodically! -- ;^) -- (Except when I tried to put a band~aid over a gunshot wound -- IT DIDN'T WORK TOO WELL THEN! -- *sigh*)
*Felt*
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13002, crass? Posted by blak_yukon, Wed Mar-17-04 09:06 AM
its alot to be had for being such yup,just cut and dry,baby i mean i wish i could put phrases together like this dude here who i'm splittin'aot... anyway i was going to say how if i drop my pants and swing my dick from side to side thats just me being comfortable around you,ma putting a smile on your face from an otherwise shitty day at the sametime i wish i could do that double meaning multi-layered, ambiquous stuff that other folks do here set aside bluntness for um...frailty? succint, subliminal, minimalist abstraction subtraction of my usual charades? whoa!?... ok,that was almost poetic,huh look... i'm just trying to keep from being predictable keep things fresh,y'know so if i say things or do things a bit vulgar is to drive home a point in this case that point is i love you
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13003, Oh My! Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Wed Mar-17-04 07:59 PM
>if i drop my pants and swing my dick >from side to side >thats just me being comfortable around you,ma >putting a smile on your face >from an otherwise shitty day
Just hold it up str8 -- And we can play "Ring Toss" -- *chuckles*
(((Down~2~Earth Fun Flow)))
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13004, open windows Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Thu Mar-18-04 06:58 AM
what good does an open window do? when a breeze drifts in through it to ease the oppression of the house, is it not bittersweet? when children laugh or cars honk or some man in some uniform passes by with a package to be delivered, is it not a tease of the world outside? when a ray of sunshine warmly intrudes, is it not a cold reminder of what could be? so, then, what good does an open window do? better to close it, draw the blinds and go outside or stay inside and curl up with the creature comforts of home.
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13005, y'know what? Posted by Natalie, Mon Mar-22-04 01:45 PM
sounds like a writer who knows he's got to write, but really isn't feeling it, but doesn't feel drawn enough to just let it go for the meanwhile so, instead, for the meanwhile, he's just busy resenting it but also making himself feel better about home sweet home's creature comforts...otherwise, if it wasn't sweet, what's the point of it being 'home' and not just a house to write in? yeah, that's my take on this one. i like it for the grumble-against-the-sunny-day-scroogish vibe i got off it...even if that may not have been the intent.
peace,
n.
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13006, Prune&Cranberry(PSA) Posted by blak_yukon, Thu Mar-18-04 01:32 PM
does a body good not that dose of that creamy lactose we focusin'in on those lower regions its funny its all within a pun a potent cocktail mix that sunny somethin' with that ocean spray than parlay you'll see could party with it if you up to it but i'm sayin' loosening of the stool due to the prune than soon a good number one soon follow due in part cause of whats in the red bottle keeps urinary tracks on course bee line clear for whats in the rear that dark drink on rocks got me adhere to the toilet near dont hate many a chubby folk done lost weight of this you should try it
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13007, i see you. Posted by STIMULI, Sun Mar-21-04 09:31 AM
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "...lies are what the world lives on, and those who can face the challenge of a truth and build their lives to accord are finally not many, but the few." -- Joseph Campbell
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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13008, ghost writing Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Fri Mar-19-04 07:29 AM
everything was broken: hearts dreams the piece of crystal that missed his head by 2 inches the air itself was fractured this house didn't need a ghostwriter eloquence was everywhere the picture frame gamefully displaying glass and cardboard the abandoned chess game whose pieces were left to find their own way across the board even the magnetic letters on the refrigerator: i l--e yo- sang a sad lyric "hey man, gimme a hand with this." i snapped to attention and lifted my end of the dresser as we walked it to the u-haul truck the man from 2-b smoked a cigarette and admired the silence of the end; he had heard so much of the violence of the story that it was truly a welcome change after we filled the truck with the empty belongings of 2 years, 3 months and change he took a minute to kiss the dog one more time shook the hand of the man in 2-b and drove away.
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13009, clean Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Sat Mar-20-04 07:25 AM
i'm coming clean
i wanna move to ____k___ tomorrow i wanna make revolution i wanna make babies and i wanna make both with you
we could live in a castle of stacked newspapers in the middle of ________ park and that would be okay with me
(even though i know your bo- ain't that -hemian, and truth be told, neither is mine)
i only need one dime and that's you 'cause the value of us is something that few can afford
right now, though, i'm broke my "us" is bankrupt and there's just enough "you" to pay an occasional bill but, i'm falling deeper and deeper into debt and i'm not sure any creditor will loan me enough to get solvent
so, i'm coming clean 'cause i can't afford to launder any more emotions
and my heart needs to borrow some of yours.
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13010, Yes~Yes~Y'all -- Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Mon Mar-22-04 05:33 AM
*Felt This*
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13011, ok... Posted by Natalie, Mon Mar-22-04 01:49 PM
i went away and i'm not liking this jane austen thingy you're doing here. humph! i want to know the place name. lol! i like this one dbg, though, going through your pieces i'm getting the feeling that you seriously got finances or emotional/love dearth on the brain? just wondering. anyways, i like the last two parts especially.
peace,
n.
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13012, Idolatry Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Sun Mar-21-04 08:07 AM
Two men sit at an airport bar:
velour track suit on one Italian silk on the other; close-cropped beard on one baby face on the other; Hennessy in front of both their shapes are strikingly similar one a bit rounder than the other.
The rounder, bearded, track-suited man whips his head
-gray specks catching the light above to reveal him as Sr.-
to follow a traveler gliding through the terminal.
"There go your idol, son."
"Pardon."
"Dr. J, man. Dr. J just walked past."
Jr. cranes his neck scanning the crowd for the man who used to live on his bedroom wall only to find anonymous faces.
Jr. sighs and raises his glass to his lips
"It was him. I’m telling you, son."
Jr. smiles and sips again.
"You know, after that thing about the tennis player and him havin’ an affair, I’m not so sure I’d call him my idol. Matter of fact, Pop, I always thought of you as my real idol."
Sr. tilts his chin upward, strokes his beard and shakes his head at Jr.’s gratuity.
"I’m serious, Pop...What?"
"Son, it’s okay to have childhood heroes. Athletes, movie stars, whatever. They represent what a boy admires and wants to be. But they’re not really real. They just give you a face to attach your dreams to."
Sr. takes a long sip of cognac, savoring the bitter taste as the liquor trickles down his throat
"You should never idolize a man. Especially not me. ‘Cause a man is always gonna have faults and he’s always gonna fall short of your expectations."
Sr. motioned for the bartender to refill his drink and smiled at the woman seated opposite he and his son.
Jr. laughed.
"But, Pop, all I ever wanted to be was a man and I know none better than you."
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13013, laundry mat pimpin' Posted by blak_yukon, Sun Mar-21-04 11:43 AM
yeah whatever machines out look... i got a couple of trash bags of laundry to do over here lemme get some change big v.i, typical nicca you never equate flows with separating clothes i got time on my hands to kill aside from the tube showing spree up the pill what the fuck! dude still overstuffed the machine thats more time to kill still,the usual scruffy early afternoon crowd flippin'through pages cats spittin'game thats ghetto how you gonna be right there throwing two ways at that one huh?... i like the aroma lingerin'off this one momma with skin looking like peanut butter lookin'mean at bruvas lookin'over machines she bogard i entertain thoughts of possible throw dart hold'up dry humour from another caught a grin from her thats cool see i gotta get another box of clorox pass her by with a bop sup and a grin behind my casual headnod seen pass again caught view of the stitch in the denim in'em ass crack sneakin'out back to my business load it all in two machines owner screams no drinkin'beers up in here just two seats over but a few minutes would pass before another glance and a smile cool cause i'm scribbling some shit i... huh,one seat over j.hova's a million one bumps in the headset another flow off slight vertigo brought on from watching my clothes washing though i'm kinda watchin' ma watchin'me ass out in approval hey... huh? i said hey oh...wassup guess she caught a wiff of the yukon charm its on among some off the wall steez to build upon next thing like a little x video the round mound on my lap for rodeo week face off like the playoffs ah sit shirts come off a free spirit in the natural she proceeds to fold her clothes after which i'm breast fed play it cool i cant move or its all over the floor than in a form of a hush she says my name she says my name? huh? how th'hell she know my name vic!!!! get off ya'ass...tired of your funky ass clothes laying around my house!!!... whats wrong with you!!! git this shit out of here,i aint playin witchu!!!
*sigh*
yeah whatever machines out look,man...i got a couple of bags... of laundry to do lemme get some change
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13014, *LoL* @ Blak Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Mon Mar-22-04 05:43 AM
Boy -- you too kool for yo own good! -- *chuckles*
But if I was just a lil' closer 2 yo neck of da woods -- I'd do your laundry for ya! -- *wink* -- (((Funky Ass Clothes & All))) -- ~For a small fee of course~
Mr. Laundromat Pimp wit his bebop walkin' limp! -- *You Bad~You Bad*
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13015, imagining the pussy Posted by blak_yukon, Mon Mar-22-04 05:56 AM
soft lips full hips hands grip then dip into this tidal pool of ecstacy...
push across sea shore for that raw gushy love seeing lips purtrude through those tinee tiny kini's like an o'keefe piece this piece of art along with her ass stead of me doin'it i'm gettin'fucked up from it why??? cause i cant align a dime with a mind to match that flowery scented warm spot i take that back cause i could be out of it but when both heads are screwed on right screwed on tight its a wrap squishy,right parted thighs feeling you clamp down around this honduran dark brown, y'know
soft lips full hips hands grip then dip into this tidal pool of ecstacy...
exhale felt a little more to the left lobe cause my stroke went right from left roll hips in unison tappin'on your right wall dig deep once done cant walk than crawl in the midst of this good%$#@$ diggin'the heady funk all over us all over us word
all over us...whew
soft lips full hips hands grip then dip into this tidal pool of ecstacy...
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13016, COLLAB #2: Aries/Taurus Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Mon Mar-22-04 08:19 AM
ARIES SPEAKS:
a murdered row of bottles resides beside the garbage can i'd count them if i could see but haven't been able to since i started emptying their former contents sometime last week
i am tired i have worn myself out i do not care to write another word
yet i cannot stop the pen from moving it needs to lead you (and me) someplace we don't want to go can't wait to get there
so i preside over ceremonies where letters marry 'til death do them part in part because i keep searching for what love _____s like and i've found it a few times scribbled a few lines about it most of the time, though i'm trying to recover from it
like now
sprawled on this couch .3 in the bloodstream at least too weak to stop a chain of slobber from puddling next to my mouth
i am tired i have worn myself out i do not care to... i do not care... i do not... i do...
i do
i do wish that passion wasn't so fleeting that love wasn't so misleading that the words i spill are worth reading
and whenever i wake up i'm gonna stop drinkin'
maybe.
TAURUS SPEAKS:
when its done and said at the end of it all he stood tall like when did he ever give a fuck about what a rapper thought yeah,keep'em at that title niggas such as myself scribe the epics your insecurities epicenter gave boring ass nerds some words to imagine their life to itching to rub backs with some dull ass knives for that first sign of respect lovin'life over and over i had on some consistant left mad cause i have,bitch stick with ya'mixtape hate cassidy bout to drop a new single there for you to imitate(echo) i have this disposition that a rant from some clown who aint got a damn thing to do with whats on my plate whats in the account amounts to point zero i have this love thats deep for the future baby mama porchmonks cashin'in on schemes from back than yo,these black men with ornaments attained due to how they maintained in this tornament of an existance setiment pediment deep against time and gust winds time and again i win
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13017, RE: COLLAB #2: Aries/Taurus Posted by Natalie, Mon Mar-22-04 01:55 PM
nice combo this after a couple of reads. kinda jekyll and hyde-ish. like after the inebriation the character woke up and spit everything that was being felt about this writing/producing game he's caught (not) up in. make sense?
i like this part for style:
"i am tired i have worn myself out i do not care to... i do not care... i do not... i do...
i do
i do wish that passion wasn't so fleeting that love wasn't so misleading that the words i spill are worth reading
and whenever i wake up i'm gonna stop drinkin'
maybe."
last part made me laugh :)
i hear this loud and clear:
"in this tornament of an existance setiment pediment deep against time and gust winds time and again i win"
that was the wake up part.
peace,
n.
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13018, blak like me Posted by blak_yukon, Mon Mar-22-04 01:00 PM
the other night i'm on the horn with this chick spittin'to me her definition on what gangsta is surprisingly fingers point at me own spot and a whipper if a nicca got either or in his own name he prone to gain this solely for thorobred homies who lowkey type brand due to no exposure plays it cool one says to the other you know such and such they say who? invisible that of a criminal smooth how he do nah,point of view more to claude brown than d.goines top floor polly with corporate yet still b.boy bilinqual speaks two kinds of queens english rotates around mad earths but only needs his venus,ha basic,no frills the surface yet... for his own holiday is the sole purpose whatever whether ya'over or understand, y'dig
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13019, *smiles* Posted by Natalie, Mon Mar-22-04 01:41 PM
yeah, i overstand this one! getting the flow back on point i see! nice, very nice!
peace,
n.
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13020, RE: blak like me Posted by KnowOne, Wed Mar-24-04 07:38 AM
yo...that was hot.....I like this....
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13021, it's about time... Posted by K_A_Wright, Wed Mar-24-04 06:28 AM
congrats, my friend. i don't know anyone (save myself *wink*) who deserves this more than you.
*snaps snaps snaps*
now i shall re-read everything... e v e r y t h i n g... and remind myself.
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13022, agility Posted by blak_yukon, Thu Mar-25-04 09:54 AM
every word applied science devote to code of silence till in back of mic appliance on ave of 5 joints with those of alliance indeed elite breed without word it known for them i bleed the scarred mental but yet with craft tight finesse at times feel the rhyme cascade this crest my best...
on move fuck it know all sides of my game i hold tight before leaving been told,man it happens for reasons my calm gives them habits for sleeping still my mental picture hitcha' thinker like clippers this man forever on scan before approach more words go unheard not for trickin'off for quote s'like whatever up in here late better than never let alone another competitor broke another pen on a letter afloat goes another rappers hopes...
mmm,gone with the wind
stocky made paradox rock staccato smoover bangs victorious game the aim of this born loser in front of you and yours the ego bruiser make critical acclaim come across petite trivial hurried speak the weak,pitiful,ha
watch more videos for some new flows, ya'critter...
heh heh heh heh
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13023, steppin'razor Posted by blak_yukon, Thu Mar-25-04 10:32 AM
*blak's attempt at spoken word,yall...give it up!* whatcha drinkin'...
i'm me that cat with no political agenda however they gonna set this game of chess guess a nicca gon'play dont come and say "dont say nicca..." look i cant do the whole romanticize of some off in the distant lands of a throne you claim i aint too far remove from
so anyway...
right here and now under the gun of doubt thought dispossed accumlated debts behind wit lurks short nerves and even shorter breath always in a T to let you see where my hearts at i never keep it real,ha keep it close? why keep it to myself we're indivuals just some could spit what most felt fingerprints shown on table tops see,i aint chillin' really risen body heat from one who sees within himself two part man part sleeping beast,y'know home need tendng before anything else can grow acres behind me show i can manage what i reaped than sowed so you know i'm doin'it,baby...righ'? yup
bartender!
see i dont need a crown just my sturdy limbs to bring in better means i'm talkin'for when my glucoma starts acting funny sitting out front sending some lil'niglet around the corner for me,y'know...
nope, no crown needed just faith... faith is at the root to which all else will and has stemmed since,y'know so anything else is like...whatever i'm good she's good while i rub her tummy yeah,that too is good
yeah,i'm ready to close out my tab
good gettin'up witcha' be good
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13024, I demand.... Posted by KnowOne, Thu Mar-25-04 11:11 AM
an audio. LOL Nice drop.
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13025, RE: steppin'razor Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Sun Mar-28-04 07:55 PM
(((Givin' It ^UP^)))
Go 'head on witcha bad self! -- ;^)
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13026, BONUS: ben sanderson Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Mon Mar-29-04 07:13 AM
i woke up in the arms of someone who loves me this morning it cost $250 and after she "loved" me for 25 minutes last night, she felt guilty about leaving me alone and drunk on my birthday so she volunteered to stick around and "love" me some more.
i see her now in the kitchen my used-to-be-navy-blue michigan wolverines t-shirt hanging loose from her shoulders yet not low enough to cover the little fold where her thighs introduce themselves to her ass.
"how many eggs do you want?"
my ears are stuck somewhere in my eyes and my eyes are stuck on her
"did you hear me?"
"umm...3."
turkey sausage crackles in one pan eggs fry in another my ears might not work too well right now but my nose sure does.
she suddenly appears next to the bed a plate in one hand a glass of pineapple juice in the other cooing:
"good morning."
my stomach is still lined with 5 layers of rum but when i summon enough strength to sit up she places the plate in my lap the glass on the night stand and skirts away only to return with her own plate, silverware and two napkins
"i woulda made toast, but you didn't have any bread."
she soaks her sausage in puddles of broken yolk and celebrates each bite with a subtle "mmmmm"
"go on. eat."
i fumble with my knife before realizing that she's already cut my sausage for me
i obey though i taste nothing
after she places her empty plate on the night stand, she steals a sip of my pineapple juice straightens her back and giggles at me while i force myself to accept her "love".
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13027, RE: BONUS: ben sanderson Posted by blak_yukon, Mon Mar-29-04 07:47 AM
why did it seem like i was watching a scene from "train spotting"...
*tips fatigue hat*
blk
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13028, BONUS: ben sanderson's neighbor Posted by blak_yukon, Wed Mar-31-04 04:53 AM
glad i caught a shower for my after hour stint wit'kenya see kenya a grad student... see what lurks behind those lips them words that earned her deans list big ass words but none will earn her more than her big ass and tits we kick it like ol'friends cuz i got cash and we know when i say imma call her i'm lyin... hold up she wipes her mouth she hears her baby crying
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13029, BONUS: the old man Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Mon Mar-29-04 07:14 AM
i sat in the same place i always sit talking to the same ghosts i always talk to when the old man whispered to me: "fuck you. get over yourself." like he always did.
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13030, collaboration#3: me/you Posted by blak_yukon, Mon Mar-29-04 09:09 AM
ayo, hold dollars and rightfully so a known scholar
steeped in facts sanity held together with liquoir poured to cracks
some spaz though dude not on the surface cool like mraz for his rocket to come curbside prophet hands in pocket confident,yup
behind the first set of carkeys and a C liscence the theme songs of makin'it rest within the first release from the funky homosapien
flag bearer for the nice guy i find dudes like that around dimes on the regular author, editor in chief of valid, silently loud speak in soft tone plays the 3 position yet other gifts unknown
its a wrap once thats unraveled and shown
once thats unraveled and shown
yo...
he writes documentary rhymes of his life and times the monk chillin' on the front porch prefers the back door or side entrance never the red carpet pass him anything but a cliche and he'll be quick to spark it ny to ga to tx to what's next? not sure that he even knows the focus on survival is all that's tangible a pen in hand is the only tool to do so
first word: blak as in: the origin of life
the empty place from which all things spring forth the wide open space rich with resources become capital lorded over by trespassers
or the power to overcome light
second word: yukon as in: the bridge
the first people to call "north america" their home the wolf and the crow (the land and the air)
or the power to fly close to the ground
together: blak_yukon as in: that hemi revving quietly behind you as if to say,
"move"
and you will
not because he said so but 'cause he sliced life into something you tasted but couldn't bake yourself
so you were moved while he kept it moving from sea to shining sea and all points in between especially all points in between
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13031, BONUS: hold up Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Tue Mar-30-04 09:05 AM
fantasies serve no purpose if you can't get what you want, surely, you'll be miserable so, if you want what you can't get what do you suppose is gonna happen? if dreams are the residue of sleep and sleep is the cousin of death then is living for a dream really living at all? isn't desire a synonym for deficiency? whatever is yours is yours whatever will be yours is not nearly as far away as you might imagine its only waiting on you what's the hold up?
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13032, BONUS: free and equal Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Tue Mar-30-04 09:09 AM
e-qual-i-ty e-quals em-cee squared square emcees aspire to heights they will never achieve cheeba cheeba ya'll {no} smoke through these lungs and no ladders without rungs we stand together as one but not one undone by the concept of together it is the individal step that allows the stepper to climb and just as one is relegated to bottom, so is another fortunate to stand at the top topping all others at the behest of the others brothers rising together and alone different and equal e-qual-i-ty e-quals me minus you plus them over there multiplied by him divided by her squared so the square emcees can ascend on the backs of the emcees who bend knowingly to support the ones behind who climb and find more emcees ahead and more emcees trailing who wonder how many more tears will be shed before the process is complete who wonder why e-qual-i-ty doesn't e-qual equal.
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13033, BONUS: no man lands alive or free Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Tue Mar-30-04 11:37 AM
NOTE: in feb. 2003, saul williams recorded an anti-war polemic condemning the planned invasion of iraq, "live from no man's land - freestyle". he dropped three verses over the track for nas' "made you look". i took umbrage with both sides of the debate concerning iraq and "freestyled" the following over the course of the wee hours of 2-18-03 and the early hours of 2-19-03.
...a freestyle in three parts...
VERSE ONE
now, let's get it all in perspective invectives against evil directives accomplish nothing 'cause they're all ineffective to win the game, the only way is to refuse to play the revolution will yield nothing whether by gun or tongue it's all bluffing 'cause power corrupts absolutely regardless of structure regardless of agenda tears will be shed every single november whether democracy, socialism or military junta man is known to his own institutions as kunta history has set a dangerous precedent and there's no possibility that any president will rise above lies to realize what the best of us hope for that's not to say that we can't dream no more just that the double barrel of humanity is perpetually aimed straight at our hearts so, where do we start? and why do we art? and if there is only the game, then what is our part? shoot, i made 'em look wasn't that enough?
VERSE TWO
where the people will go, the leaders will follow that shit rings true, but it also rings hollow 'cause the people rarely go outside of they homes they only ever endeavor to be left the fuck alone to pursue life, liberty and happiness, too 'cause me always seems more important than you and, uh what happened to us? what happened to trust? what happens before dust returns to dust? the truth is: there never was room for any we and even i and i are divided into teams pledging allegiance to dreams placing faith in the seams that are knitted by ten, but kept loose by the mean and when worst comes to worst the worst become first and the first are the only ones who are built to last controlling the past and presenting the future to itself they hold heat only able to aim at they feet they shoot look, why you limpin' kid?
VERSE THREE
this ain't writin', this is life-hop bustin' the story of man in one shot from the beginning of time until the coming end it's imperative that no one will win and no one will lose 'cause no one can choose any other than this game of existence resistance to nature is futile from nubile to senile, we stay child any progress is mild at best today is the test tomorrow's the score from yesterday through next week it's always a war failure galore 'cause i don't know who or what i'm fightin' for fightin' against the logic is nothin' but nonsense even time well spent is not enough to make up the deficit the only challenge one can take up is balance 'cause war is not the answer, but peace was not the query and one independent of the other is simply a fractured theory shoot, i took a look and no one was around to hear me or even cared to listen so not in my name not with my life will the game be played i'll find me a wife and waste away my days sippin' tequila and the end result will be unchanged
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13034, LAST WORDS: truth be told Posted by delsbrothergeorge, Wed Mar-31-04 11:30 AM
truth be told you really can't fuck with me 'cause i'm a writer so do your worst or your best it won't matter i'll write about either or both and i'll be okay 'cause i'm a writer and truth be told you really can't fuck with me
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13035, proper thanks and be easy Posted by blak_yukon, Wed Mar-31-04 11:50 AM
thanks for allowing the yukon in to the aotm club... the month of march off the boards was alot hectic than i care to put on blast but...del and myself did what it is we do...and pretty damn good too...
catch ya'on the boards blak aka young bobby womack
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13036, be easy 'holmes'! Posted by Natalie, Wed Mar-31-04 01:15 PM
you guys did a great job with the aotm!
peace,
n.
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