@chocolatedawl facebook status: It’s amazing how someone can break your heart, but you still love them with all the little pieces.
and i guess she couldn’t be any more real. though most of my life has been about being the suspect & not the victim – i have been broken once & those pieces still managed to act out without my permission. feel me? RIGHT ON, @chocolatedawl.
and so i’m building right now.
i figure we should treat relationships like homes we’re building from the ground up.
it’s all about a solid foundation & great support.
(i mean really – we need to apply this to ourselves as well. build a solid foundation for self, and don’t worry about the doors until the whole house is built perfectly – or close)
LET OTHERS IN.
and i was thinking of buying my first p-coat. “look at his p-coat – tell me he broke” -kanye.
H.L Mencken wrote: every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats.
what did he mean by that? as a writer/poet/etc… i’ve learned not to take shxt for face value. but i think i will here.
every so often, we (the extraordinary) need to be ready to put in the work that makes us sweat. the work that requires casualties. Not literally – but the loss of a friend or a loved on. (in my case – my friends & loved ones are hard to tell apart).
so i’m spiiting in my hands, Mencken & i’m planting the flag into the concrete. this throat slitting part will prove difficult. not because i’m afraid to kill but because i have too many people on the list. (not physically killing anyone, snitches)
-my 9th grade english teacher: fxck you for attempting to put a limit on my writing.
-The skinny male guidance counselor for keeping most of my friends in our hometown by telling them they’d have a better chance applying to a vocational school.
-my friends who can’t figure out that their thoughts control their actions and their situations will always be the same as long as their thoughts are what they are.
-those who wake up every morning to the sound of an alarm clock so they can focus on nothing except another man’s dreams.
and the birthday is over. the work must begin. the hustle i speak of often.
-yesterday i was hired on as a freelance writer with LA’s Splash Magazine.
-saturday i have an audition for a film.
all days between are filled with lunches, brunches oscar-nominated short film viewings, wine tastings, liquor tours, kardashians, lees and hopefully a bit of sun.
a month ago i signed my first author – daven oglesby (@soulcypher) & today his first book of poetry hit the streets hard.
get your copy today.
by the way: i’m signing 2-5 more authors by may. get on board and be heard!
today a girl said it pisses her off when people work 2 or more jobs HARD and are barely getting by. living paycheck to paycheck – but she sees people who barely do anything traveling the world, buying expensive things….
naw – she wasn’t talking about me – but i did want to respond with the cliche:
you can do anything you put your mind to.
spring is around the corner & my inbox & blackberry calendar reminds me of my grandmother’s purse: full & heavy.
side note: talking to my little brother @thekaptainkirk – it may be a safe move for drake to disappear from young money and beg jay to pick him up. he’ll be ruined by 2011.5 (yes, .5)
use those shattered pieces of heart you’ve pushed under your bed to make a weapon and stab the shxt outta whoever made you as foolish as you’ve become. then cry a rive – build a bridge and get over it.
and while i’m on the subject: stop putting down the opposite sex because YOU made the decision to date some fool.
(and please learn from my photo above how to do the “n-word please” expression.
take these words to heart:
“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”
— Rose Kennedy