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Archive for July, 2006

Sunday morning blues ain’t so bad. Besides, it isn’t really blue. It is more like a shade of orange burnt. Sunny side up and not as hot as it normally is when it’s right out the skillet. More like setting out on the counter next to country fried ham. Both untouched but once the tears [...]

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The Southside where everything is hotter and more abrasive. Southbound where I have to wait 24 minutes longer than if I were going north. On the Southside there are too many streets that look familiar. On the Southside there are too many houses that remind me of yours. Mostly though, the sound is the same [...]

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Breaking this up a little bit because I have to write 4 pages (single-spaced) within an hour. I have to make it sound all “academic” but this professor isn’t as easily fooled as my former ones because he actually wants content–so now I will have to “smagerize,” a term I made up which is almost [...]

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Yesterday (Tuesday 25) I took my nephews and Angie to the movie theater. We went to see Ice Age 2. Stephen is 8 and Angie is 5. Her mother is Kuna (indigenous peoples of Panama) and Spanish. Stephen would be considered Afrolatino, although he probably identifies mostly as an American. In the car was a [...]

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Cornbread baked in ole’ black skillets, collard greens with fat back juice in ‘em, black eyed peas, the fact that every vegetable is overcooked, can be creamed, and has pieces of meat in it. Squash casserole, fried okra, biscuits with gravy in da mornin’. All of the beautiful faces on see on MARTA everyday. The [...]

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Writing is misery and writers want to die. The ones who write inspirational 600-page books make me wanna puke. This morning I met with with some folks from “EA” (SUNDAY 16th). I know/hope that they are not reading this right now. Sometimes, I get really tired of tree-hugging, hippie, lefty, protesty people and I just [...]

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Tim Brantley and the Tenth Street Boys is a very good Atlanta band. I went to their show last night. Sometimes the worst thing about bands isn’t their music or stage presence. Sometimes it’s the fans. Everything else is great about this band–except that. Over 90% of the crowd is either a member of some [...]

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Beaners beaners make me sick
Incense burners can suck my dick
Never mind the chilling blows
The aching wantoness bestows
Those frat boy types they’re all alike
Wannabe rappers can take a hike
I like girls with extensions in their hair
And bamboo earings, at least two pair
Make me a sandwich and I’ll sing to you
Make me dinner and I’ll give you [...]

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1. Mike knows a lot about a lot of things. Stuff like horny monkey species,  Japanese movies and their directors, different names for vaginas spanning centuries (ones like “The Mouth, thankless”). I, on the other hand, just know a little about a lot of things.
 2. Mike speaks, or at least knows some French. Unlike me, [...]

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White people do get on my nerves sometimes, for real.

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