Monday, March 22, 2010

thanks for the nightmares
that's just what i wanted
scrape the shit off my desk and kick it out
the window.
that's when i saw jamal.
in the basement, 4 bedroom apartment condo
loft dorm room. dark dark south american wood
in greek window framed roman cement blocks.
stone after stone, laid out in the ground.
just enough to wake up in tears or no tears at all.
everyone was sweating.
so many mixes.
so many jobs.
so many errands.
so many windows,
reflecting leaves,
in the dark.
a green house, a humidor.
flying through the mediterrainian sea
while raining wooden windows,
j. dilla's serato records.
jeep jeep.
she saved all her money,
he saved all his money.
bahamas.
j dilla.
oranges.
oranges.
tangelos.
toronto.
speakers.
neposporin.
who created this hell
on earth?
la la la la i'm just kidding.
just a joke.
MR. BEAN.

we all voted for mr. bean,
that's when i gave up.

cool?




i just want it to go away....