all shall love me and despair

i'm just a girl tryin to make a dolla out of yoohoo bottles

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

my poems...

i wrote these poems about 3 years ago...
yup, hate 'em , too.

the whore in red

i love my whore
and my whore loves me
my whore gives me everything i need
but what i need
what i really need is this whore to leave me
now

paint me lover

my lover walks on grey lilies
i know this cuz i painted dem
my lover wants yellow
but i paint them black
yes black
my lover won't miss grey so much

his ovaries

bring me yo' peeeee-nis pleeese
tho i never needed yo' purrrr-mission
you lil pussy
bring it now
i will examine it and
find my vagina

Friday, September 08, 2006

i hate poems

(i wrote a few. i hate them , too)

poetry sucks (except for my sister's- she's just too brilliant)

well, maybe not all, but i hate poems that-

-rhyme -unless the poet is using interesting words, like "skulduggery". but if your words are on my 7 yr old cousins "spelling list", its a serious downgrade!
-about love- i pity my boyfriend if he ever attempts one. i'd probably snarl @ him. no, i wouldn't. i'd smile and call my sister and have her laugh w/ me.
-about sex - is sex really THAT describable? penis penetrates. sometimes you have an orgasm-bravo!
-black pride, revolution, or anything that requires you to raise your fist- cuz i realize the more ppl talk about shit, the less likely they do shit , cuz they're too busy fucking writing about it-just do the damn thing.
-ex boyfriend/girlfriend rants especially ones that goes like " nigga (or bitch), and you ain't really shit..." - cuz clearly he|she is or your ass wouldn't be so sour to write about.

i also hate when poets emphasize every other word-- YOU and I make LOVE to the BEAT of the--blah blah blah-with the additional hand gestures. what is that?

and if i offended anyone, i'll post some of my poems so you can talk about how much you hate 'em. deal?

Thursday, September 07, 2006

did ya'll really have to email me about the sacredness of a man's balls?

no, i didn't really knee his balls. not that i haven't thought about it, but i'm just be too afraid of that "bitch slap" reflex. i snarled at the phone and "c".

just "c". geez.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

oh no she didn't! [insert snapping fingers and head roll]

when an extremely flirty text (“I miss your chocolate body”) pops up on your boyfriend’s blackberry while he’s asleep that you ,clearly, didn’t write… do you?
a)confront your boyfriend
b)reply to the trick who wrote the text “but his dark hershey ass is with me. i suggest a granola bar in aisle 9-less fattening!”
c)toss and turn in bed and slap your boyfriend’s arm every time he tries to cuddle, blaming your sour mood on “bad sushi”
d)while tossing and turning in bed “accidentally” knee your boyfriend’s balls and smirk as he whines “ ba-baaaby”.


i only committed "c"--ok! and "d", too. what?