so, a few days a go I thought about my dreams. I wondered who of all the sistas out there I am attracted to/like would surface in the land of subconscious. I don't dream about being with women often. most of my dreams are about me in different places interacting with people or in sometimes odd situations that are usually sexually absent. So, on monday I asked my higher self - who is it that lives in my subconscious b/c clearly, I have too many options in the flesh and I don't have one flippin idea who might think of me in that way foreal foreal. Well, this early morning I had a dream. The dream. Funny, b/c it wasn't who I expected but, surely a sista I could imagine (dream) about being with. Now wide awake, (blood vessels too), I write this short blog asking: is it okay to dream about a sista who has a BF? She is happily taken and I'm happy for her. She's also very far away which is why I didn't pursue her in the past...
distance, a common theme with the sistas whom I fancy. I wonder if I should do anything about the dream...probably wont. it is just neural firings in my brain - but, i will say i think I'm really narrowing down 'my type.'
my morning bliss is good. y'all stay close in all that snow coming your way! delano signing off for breakfast and school. peace!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
kwest for 2011
he flew collaborators to hawaii
for a revival of style recording retreat.
under a strict vail, red-eye work ethic, and
compliance with a 'no hipster hats' rule, the maestro
assembled a lineup for his latest
dark twisted fantasy well shielded from the
flashbulbs each contributor was accustomed.
the creative experiment remained un-tweeted about until the rue was ready...
then like waves of aftershocking bass,
kanye released the mixed and matured offspring of the commune
as a series of "Good Friday" tracks, each siphoning listeners into a spiral of 2010 boom-bap
laced with blue-black emo and an assortment of mariner's linked gold chain bling*
he was back and better.
I sat ready to regurgitate listening to the first 5 verses of So Appalled.
Then RZA materializes at the end of the track to exclaim just how
, "fucking ridiculous" a world star's life is.
I actually thought I'd matured past the addictive scent of a new red corvette
till I tried a full cigarillo of loud speaker yeezy, fresh on a friday.
all i could do was hope it wasn't a gateway to something more likely to induce
bobby brown jaw/
oh and by the way, "they shot the nose off the sphinx..."
for a revival of style recording retreat.
under a strict vail, red-eye work ethic, and
compliance with a 'no hipster hats' rule, the maestro
assembled a lineup for his latest
dark twisted fantasy well shielded from the
flashbulbs each contributor was accustomed.
the creative experiment remained un-tweeted about until the rue was ready...
then like waves of aftershocking bass,
kanye released the mixed and matured offspring of the commune
as a series of "Good Friday" tracks, each siphoning listeners into a spiral of 2010 boom-bap
laced with blue-black emo and an assortment of mariner's linked gold chain bling*
he was back and better.
I sat ready to regurgitate listening to the first 5 verses of So Appalled.
Then RZA materializes at the end of the track to exclaim just how
, "fucking ridiculous" a world star's life is.
I actually thought I'd matured past the addictive scent of a new red corvette
till I tried a full cigarillo of loud speaker yeezy, fresh on a friday.
all i could do was hope it wasn't a gateway to something more likely to induce
bobby brown jaw/
oh and by the way, "they shot the nose off the sphinx..."
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