tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66000324657793783162012-01-03T00:35:12.825-05:00Words provoking thought, producing laughter, emanating love.Lyrikk Erinna Mashairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12599405315145764874noreply@blogger.comBlogger1031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600032465779378316.post-25193778644150878942012-01-03T00:29:00.003-05:002012-01-03T00:35:12.833-05:00

Happy New Year's everyone. I know I'm days late but damn, a bitch broke outta hospital jail with 34 seconds to spare before i missed the countdown. Cut me some slack. This past year has been so all over the place. Literally. Emotionally, fundamentally, physically. I've gotten closer to many of you, lost touch with some of you, and gotten to know myself in ways I couldn't imagine. I had a

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this concept of "unconditional" is so fleeting. we dont really mean it. we mean, "I love you as long as u sit in this box I've placed u in. As long as u abide by the rules I've set. I'll love you as long as you love me the way I want you to." Nobody really loves unconditionally anymore, not even me, so understand, I'm not judging. Just stating facts. It's been awhile since I've written this much.

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And sooo. I pressed send afterall. Multiple times. Nothing came of it. Just like I knew it wouldn’t. just like nothing came of us. I spent so much energy trying to understand and be understood that I forgot what the message ever was. Forgot who I was. It’s amazing how I’m the culprit. The woman that went out of her way to make sure you ate and pushed her pride to the side to make sure you could

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two page text message staring back at me. i dont know what to do with myself. sending .... i cant send. it implies entirely too much and could never say enough. it's interesting to be in this space. again. i thought i got past this. but that statement....in all of it's esoteric greatness...it stung. bc i knew exactly what it meant. i knew all along. screen going blank, i'm left to stare back at

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I have such a tendency to do wayyy too much. and this time is no exception. after all this time, the attraction is definitely still there. But, unfortunately, not the longevity. She's about distance and space when I focus solely on closing that gap. i have the capacity to make those sacrifices but not the will nor the desire. These are the reasons I don't date friends. Once you break the seal, it

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{damn it's crazy I wrote this almost 3 years ago.....how so many things have changed and practically everything has stayed the same}I think the problem with most people is that they don't recognize that "real", "gangsta", "boughetto" (pronounced boo-zchet-oh. I've never ever claimed being ghetto.) and "respectable" can co-exist, especially when you set your own standards (like I do) of what it

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Walking downhill, the breeze runs past my face, taking with it these never ending thoughts, thoughts racing with no destination. Thinking in circles, swimming in pools of disappointment. Regret. Pain. Mostly pain.I didn’t think I'd react this way. This eerily familiar calm weaved with random bouts of incoherence. Last night, i let it all out. One roll of tissue & three episodes of

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It all began with this inner struggle. A need. Intense desire to prove that differences can thrive in any environment where compassion is abundant. Where understanding is never-ending.It continued as growth continued. As learning manifested itself in each situation. Circumstance. Conversation.It ended abruptly when lack of understanding and non-existent compassion took over, leaving no room for

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Comfortable silence initiated, I sit & think of my fears. Wonder if I've overcome them or simply ignored them into invisibility. Probably the latter.Nonetheless, I walk fearlessly amongst monsters & demons, escaping their taunts, forgetting their promises. All I need is me. All I've got is you.I wake most mornings deciphering slumber's cryptic code, never understanding the message until dreamt

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U ever been so blown u just couldn't even understand how u got urself n2 the situation that got u there?4 instance, this bitch is telln me I'm supposed 2 accept how her friend speaks 2 me bc....well, jst bc. Ummmm Dear Bitch, kill yourself. Sincerely, me bitch. Wtf? No hun. I'm not sure where they do that @ but that's not how we do it over here. Respect is respect sweetheart. If u expect anything

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It's 2 quiet n here. Or r my thoughts too loud? Crazy. I didn't know anything was on my mind until I couldn't rest.Sober.I've been drowning my sorrows in great wine & fun times but I've never been a great swimmer. Hard 2 stay afloat while trying to only kill parts of me. Priding myself on introspection, I think it's time 2 figure out the cause of these recent nights of insomnia. I would blame it

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but meanwhile, who is this chick he is dancing in front of? nooo not the one that was showing us her panties, the other one....i think i might google her face...

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I miss the old days when I (we) were younger too. I often wish 4 those moments of 'chill'....real chill not nosey-ness guised as judgement...seemingly 'adulthood' filled with clear drama. I remembr when I tried 2 roll a white boy with 1 of my closest friends. Bitch we wrapd the papers around a pencil and said we'd pour weed n2 it. Lol. Then anothr time I remembr when I and anothr friend did

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I start having heart palpitations around 1:30...... by 2:00 I'm in full cardiac arrest.

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Serendipity taking over,I think soft thoughts of you,Breathe moist breathes of you,Drink moments glistening of you.I live this prose composed by youSnuggle into my thoughts,And breathe you in deep,Exhale steamy memoriesAs I drift into deep sleeps.Wake from sleeps filled with your dreams of me loving you intenselyBut my love bursts at reality’s seams intentionally‘Cuz serendipity has taken meTo

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Dead.

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Your pain is no excuse.Disdained and abused,There is no recuse for my stupidity.You outwitted me,Bullshitted me,Still I stood thereClean,Pure,Unadulterated lust dressed in lover's silkWavering gently in your smoothCoolness.It's moments like this when I wish I'd never met you.

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I think back to summer days. Early 90s. Where is mommy? Sarafina on the 26 inch, color. Encyclopedia in lap. Sandwich on bed. Thirsty...I'll drink from the bathroom sink; the kitchen sink is harder to reach. Or maybe Sarafina will save me from my thirst. She's my super hero.Back then, she kept me sane. Kept me focused. If she could take all that, the beatings and killings, this meant nothing.

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Sooooo word on the street is this sexy bitchgot a baby by this dudeand that's fine....my only problem is, in addition to fearing God, I'mma just need you to be scared of a dude crazy enough to get his freakin eyelids tattooed. this man wanted to get a message out so bad he risked losing his eyesight. i don't know how i feel about that.then again if u creative enough to think to tattoo your lids,

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Woke up this morning, decided today would be better than yesterday. Started this year determined it would be better than last year. Promised myself I would stop making promises. Decided to stay single so I could meet my future wife. Even said I would stop shopping so I could take more trips (for which I would need to shop). But this morning, I decided I was being too controlling of my own life.

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soooo I'm cleaning out my emails, cuz even though I've transitioned into my new career, it's new. they're tryna go easy on me...anyhoo, I come across this email from this slutbucket .... I'm sorry, this female I used to "date" for lack of a better work. Since I spoke on this issue before, I won't even get myself riled up. it was foolish on my behalf to trust my safety to anyone. Ms. Morrison

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For some reason she makes me think of milk and cookies.I think it's the gloves.....(if you thought of cookies and some apple juice when I said cookies above, please kill yourself immediately. I just did.) I'll drink to that.

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You guys want me to start writing again...I am....I have tons to say. Give me a minute tho...i gotta work first.

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I have some of my most profound thoughts while pooping. Like my thoughts are metaphorically the shit. I dump out some waste but occasionally there is the unmistakable vital nutrient that I was too busy bullshitting to absorb. For instance, amongst the spam and forwards known as my email box, I came across this picture, shook my head, and proceeded to delete. But taking my evening dump this

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So for those of you just as pissed as I am with this alleged season finale, here's the first in a string of desperate attempts to keep us guessing on who killed Jenny. Instead of just telling us, we must endure these short clips of interrogations. Tina's up first.

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although ive been single now 4 several months, im only 2 months into this "single for 09" thing.i kinda like it.i never understood b4 y people would choose 2 b single when thr are so many lovely ladies deserving of good loving. it wasnt until today that i realized i was wrong. most of them dont deserve good loving, at least not from me. in the psychotic way they feel they own me and can dictate

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sometimes, to help myself sleep at night, I think of you. the way u used to make me feel. the way i hope u still do. i think about all the things that we said. all the beliefs we thought we shared. all the kissing. reminiscing. the cute way you looked at me when u spoiled me. i think of the beautiful energy we created and how it became this putrid love affair. how seeing u makes me dizzy and

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It’s funny how you cant find the words and someone else says them for you.Meanwhile, she makes me wanna get ready for the beach. First, I'll need every last thread of swimwear in this video.

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So I've been contemplating what career choice I should make. Not where I should work next. Not who's gonna pay me next. But what career I want to spend the next 20 to 40 years doing. What job I will find the most fulfilling. And I came up with writing.But between now and the New York Times Best Sellers List, I would be honored to teach the next generation of poets, rappers, scholars, and video

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I know I talk trash about shawty looking a lil brighter than black but I REALLY DID think she was some random white chick singing country last night. The volume was on mute and my legs were....ummm I mean I was a little preoccupied at the moment so I just happened to glance over while I was changing....where I was sitting and ahhhhraahhhhh yeah. But she doesn't look all that light in this pic tho

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The thing about newness is it's hard to stay newHard to stay fresh without looking usedHard to stay me and add pieces of youHard to glow purple without some bluesI think my biggest fear isn't myself anymore. It's commitment, devotion, trusting that someone will do for me what I'd do for them. Going through all the motions just to find that the actions, feelings, thoughts, words, desires, needs

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Taken from facebook.........************************************************1. My ultimate goal is to write non-fiction articles and books about my life since I'm so interesting. I think other people would relate. People like to feel like they aren't the only one so I think it'll work out.2. My non superficial biggest fear is to wake up and realize that all the people I thought loved me never

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This is where I escape the hers and the shes, the lies and the lust. This is where I go to get away from my own morbid reality of hysteria and confusion. So when u see me dancing in the mirror ogling myself, it’s not via conceit or arrogance or annoyance at watching you have all the fun sweating away to the new bullshit labeled music. It’s me imagining I’m someplace warmer, brighter, quieter, or

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So for the last 14 days I've told myself that I'm going to post a blog. Going to post a blog. Going to post a blog. And yet, all I did was post a video. A funny video at that. Nothing thought provoking. Nothing to evoke emotion. And so, here I am now finally upholding my end of the bargain. Though I have been cursed out via text, email, phone call, and face slap (in real life tho), nothing has

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the only thing missing from this video is me dancing in a mirror....and some attractive "studs(?)".

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but there's always time for your pearl on my tongue.... (you might wanna log onto your computer for this one ms morrison....dont laugh too hard)sincerely,pantspsi GOTTA eat it just to survive. you betta feed me.

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I'm still totally obsessed with her.This is mainly so adorable because it's just fun. Not too flashy. Not too plain jane. It's totally something I would wear to dinner for a date or to brunch with my girls. Ooooo RiRi...after my own heart.

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i love everything about this pic. the shoes. the legs. the dress. most importantly, that smile.

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swirling hazel eyes: what you thinking about?pretty brown eyes: argh just Y.O.U. It's kind of terrible. This is why i hate the hormone thing. Things that would normally just b hypothetical thoughts passing become my obsession until i find solutions or answers or just shit i need to hear. i feel so vulnerable and exposed. i miss u so freaking much! its like i wanna kno what beat i would dance 2 if

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this black chick I know named Beyonce. Doesn't she?I effin love this dress!!!!

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...does it seem like somebody is pasting her face on these bodies???

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This white woman is Beyonce.Or maybe its Sasha Fierce???

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Nononono!

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Britney Spears - Circus [Le Clip]by mondomobileI'm getting better but sometimes I still feel this way.PS.I think I might be falling in love with her. Don't quote me on that.

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We fought for two days. We made up in four hours. I woke up to eight guns. Only one was shoved in my face, though.It’s a funny way to wake up, actually. After hours of love making, real love making, not the fake sex stuff you see on TV, after hours of that, you get this vibrating pulse through your body. The euphoric aftermath of having that many orgasms, it pushes you into a warm and fuzzy rest.

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a bit like a haute couture slut....but most times I dont.

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I'm getting better.

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to savior from sinner....so i dont kno what imma do about moving next week. this shit is crazy. im thinking about all the things i can do to get some money and bam i think, "i could be an escort" so i go on craigslist (cuz that thing has everything u could ever need) and search for it and i found a site. so i start to fill out the applications, upload the photos and the final question is multiple

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i'll be that.

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But I still love Rihanna tho.

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If I were a boy....If I was extremely hungry but stillll fresh to death...If I thought I was a super hero...or had a chest/face/hair that was confused about my racial identity.

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but this chick gets me high.

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the question is who killed it....

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In real life tho.... we just gon play the who can out do who in silly foolishness contest???B. Seriously I think I just might have gotten over you within this moment.Ri. I think I'm a little more in love.

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I've decided she is my newest.

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The tranquility of your eyes draw me in."Come closer," they say.Some divine pull holds me at their center.What I see baffles me. Loving,calm,hypnotizingswirls of purples,red,splashes of orange.I want to drown in those eyesand be reborn in your Atlantis.

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I'm sorry.Not "I apologize."Please don't forgive me.I'm just sorry. Is admittance good enough?Does that make it better?It never has for me. Someone stating the obvious,telling me they're sorry, leaves me wantingto scream, retaliate,re-enact the situation,swapping shoes. I love you.I'm sorry.It shouldn't have happenedbut it did.I can't take it back.I feel so foolish.I know I've ruined the only

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They play tooooo fucking much!!!! Click here for a link to Head of State

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“I live in _____, #5A. I’m about to go to sleep and turn my phone off. I’m not sure where u r, but I’m sure ur safe.”This was sent to me at 5:39 AM.She left me.Alone. Far from my city. In the rain.Sky-bled tears meshing with my flesh, I walked on sore toes wrapped in soft black leather Aldo pumps. My toes, squishy from the down pour, continued to suffer as I walked back towards her apartment, her

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get the memo. My bad.

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Sometimes I wonder what all this shit is about. Why it bothers other people so much. Why my happiness seems to hurt people so much. My friend once said, "They make fun of my ness. My craziness, my happiness. People always make fun of my ness." I thought to myself, "Naw, babygirl. We are just so tickled by your existence, it makes us laugh. We just love you...really." I was too high to say it at

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Winter smells of her.Inhaled crisp cool breezes stinging nasal membranes,The smell of dyingWith hopes of renewal,Regeneration,Rebirth.She smells of winter.The cold and brutal hawkNipping at your fingertips and earlobes,Biting,Tearing,Taunting.Thoughts of her bring the chill inward,Memories imprinted in plowed snow:Dirty,Disgusting,Deeply defying doubt-filled diligence.We died in winter.

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I think the integrity of a relationship can be measured by the ease of disagreements. When two lovers disagree and can find a harmonious balance, can completely understand each point of view without losing focus of self, can alter views not previously held without need for huge voices dripping minute details of previous altercations, can coalesce ideas so seamlessly, fluidly, easily … that is how

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He can do whatever he likes....lol yeah!

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So yesterday I voted. It was good.But what was better was helping my great grandmother vote. She has the softest hands. Like foamy whipped cream clouds or cotton balls doused with baby oil.As she strokes my face, asking why I have that eye stuff on, I believe her voice takes me places I can never go fore these places are have beens. I hear the past in the tremble of her voice. She has the

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So I’m flipping between blogs….waiting….waiting….waiting….. I know I’m not the only one that heard it. Ralph Nader’s Uncle Tom comment. No one said anything yet.Well let me be the first. WhatThe FuckNader!!!!!I’m not even really sure how to approach him about this. I just have so many questions. I’ll just ask them:1. First and foremost, what makes you think that what you said was OK? The first

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Last night I said, "Self, out there somewhere somebody is talking some real shit." Today, I found her.So dreamy.

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but she's so damn pretty it doesn't even matter.

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I wanna see that ass.booty - the dream ft lil jonNow is that a compliment or an insult??? Meanwhile, I'm already dancing in the mirror.Back up. I need my space.

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She confuses me by her lack of pigmented make-up and the way she makes me forget that she is a black Texan. She even often annoys me with her remakes and unoriginality.But generally speaking, I see the fierceness in her and wonder when exactly she will recognize that those hips and those curves in a dress like this.... is what really makes her beautiful? But then again, with some other woman's

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I did that.

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If it stays this beautiful after 16 years, can I have some?I mean the simple thing of time being spent together...that's what I love about this picture. The way the curvature of her face rests so easily against his. The easy way his arms rests around her. The soft way he moves as not to disturb her as he works. The comforting way she nuzzles him while giving him space to do his work. They look

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somebody needs to tell her she's gay...I dont think she got the memo

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Change. That's wuzup.

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cuz boo-baby right here is killin it....

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My pilates are awesome!

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You just gone be this fucking gorgeous? That's fine.

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Man when Michelle talked about how he is with his daughters, I got a little misty. Yeah, I'mma sucka for familial love.

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That's the one I like. I love their music together but the sexy, chocolate one...that's the candy I'd like to taste. Two sexy lesbians...great music. What's not to love?

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So i just watched a South park episode called Tonsil Trouble and I am so through with them. In it, they find that the cure for AIDS is to inject yourself with large doses of money. Foolishness.I totally get the idea of making fun of the fact that Magic, with all his money, has been living many years without a trace of the disease but claims to have not found a cure. But why must south Park be so

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and so have I.Occasionally I read something so moving, it forces me to write, pouring my emotions and thoughts on the page, spewing my realizations and growth for all to see. Seldom do I view something as beautiful and touching as this. When I hear this man say, “I lived through the Great Depression years,” I am touched, eager to learn more about him. What it was like to be a black man at that

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have girl crushes???Meghan Goode at the Saw V premiere...which I heard was garbage by the way. But I still must view for myself.

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There aren't anymore foodstamps. People (mostly white) use EBT cards now. Read all about it....

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 so I can wear leotards like this.....

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I wrote this in anger that stemmed from love. A deep kind of love that won’t easily be forgotten. Forgiven. Recreated or demonstrated by any other entangling of souls.I present this out of love. In my anger I realized how much I want to be a better person to allow this love to grow. Continue. Never diminish. It was in my angriest moment that I realized the extent of my love.I think the worst

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I love this scene not because of the little man's skills. Not his unbelievable accuracy or the precise way he executes each command.I love this scene because there is a black man teaching his son a skill many men, black and white, do not possess today. He is teaching his son responsibility, perseverance, and love.

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Even though it's not that easy, I'm trying my hardest to be strong and leave this situation alone. Trying my damndest not to answer the calls, not to say the I love you's, not to yearn for her. But I do. I miss her and need her and am so disgusted by the thought of her at times I cant understand why I hate not waking up to her every morning.Then you call and I'm confused because you are here and

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Meanwhile, you guys have to go to the actual site (click the title of the video at the end and you will be redirected there ....actual videos are down below) and read some of the viewers' comments, specifically the one that mentions "rabid white lesbian."Classic.People like that make me sick. They have their own faults, their own problems and yet they lay the responsibility on the shoulders of

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or an insult???I mean I understand the man's good intentions but "White people, if you were ever going to vote for a nigga, this is the one right here." ???Not really sure how I feel about a white or black person voting for a "nigga" but I do hope people get off their ass and vote for this darker hued man.

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This video almost made me not like the song....Polite Dance Song - the bird and the beeAlmost.

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She showed up at my house this morning. Unannounced. Smelling putrid, sweaty. "Can I please stay? Just one night," she says. "I have court tomorrow." A fool, I say, "Yes. Just bathe before you lie in my bed." "As of this moment, we're not together." She makes the statement matter of fact-ly at first. Then looks to me for an answer … her heart longing to know if it's really over. "We haven't been

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Normal.I wonder what that’s like. To just be ok with life. No questions. No wonderment.I wonder what it’s like to feel emotion and not dissect it from top to bottom until I understand myself inside and out; what it’s like to sit in a room full of people you relate to. People that get you. People that are interested in your interests and find you interesting.Yeah. I wonder what that’s like. To be

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Ummmm....somebody please explain why I feel like he is....SoDamnFierce???

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Sometimes we need a little comedy to get out point across. The Great Schlep from The Great Schlep on Vimeo.

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My absolute existence is not the total sum of you. When I am mad, you are not the other thing that pisses me off. When I am sad, it may not have been you that saddened me. I giggle when you don’t make me laugh. Piss when you don’t pour my drink. Bathe when you don’t make me sweat. Shit when you don’t feed me. My life, my thoughts, and my emotions are not always about you. I have desires and

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So is this how it ends?Nothing like it begins?No legs in air no nerves on end?Now that you're gone,I claim: MOVED ON!But seeing your shadow often proves me wrong.Still don’t want u back,At least not like that.Wish you'd just get right, like facts.Now it’s just me.Not this idyll you see,Nor pen nor tears give remedy.Anew I begin.No fret-filled ends.My new life starts where ours rescinds.

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It's such a shame artists aren't judged by talent anymore....

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Not really feeling an intense urging to write but I wish I were. Wish I was able to come up with quick quips filled with debonair wit. Wish my pen flowed how it used to. Wish I flowed how I used to. Wish things were how they used to be…but with growth added.So I guess I don’t wish things were the same. Just that they were different than they are now.Without the insults.And cruelty.Feelings of

Lyrikk Erinna Mashairihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12599405315145764874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600032465779378316.post-44996208887835756242008-09-23T11:33:00.002-04:002008-12-17T13:45:09.452-05:00

So, right now all I can picture is your tongue wrapping itself in seemingly undecipherable patterns on my clit. With each clitoral jump, the code is slightly decoded moving me closer to solving the orgasmic mystery I feel deep in my center.I clinch.You feel the need on your chin and extend your fingers as assistance ... first two ... then one more ... then just one more ... yeah, right there

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