over breakfast that included mimosas.
not for me mind you, ime a fuckin’ dude.
but she seemed really happy that day.
it was straight out of one of those independent films.
young broke black kids.
overconfident nerd dude.
i can’t even remember the other person at the table.
like, not at all, not ever the gender.
something is telling me it was another woman.
she always got the brunt of the jokes when she was the only chick.
she held her own though.
i always talked too much over food and didn’t eat enough.
she might have picked up the tab too.
this is a good memory.
i forgot about it.
this omar song is playing.
one of you cornball audiogalaxy okp motherfuckers sent it to me.
it reminded me of the *much better* stevie song.
but, i can’t remember that song to save self.
when i do though, and i download it ime gonna put that shit on repeat.
the song is over now…
‘flowers’ just shuffled up.
“straight up colorful draws, mad whores on the weekend…”
and, that’s how life is, “i broke up w/my ex on some bachelor shit/ now ime killin’ two birds with the same dick…”
i went through my okp folder today. eventually, i’ll need to save those files over here. i still can’t find the shit i wrote about common’s lwfc album cover. i’d like to say i’m waiting to get my hands on that as some kind of excuse as to why i haven’t created a means of reproducing some of these “classics,” but, me and you both know it’s a lie.
stay classy, netfriends.
tiombe lockhart – gp
this is dedicated to 2008.
2007 was good, and all, but oh, ate…
“i need you to be the one/
not another one/”
’07 was highlighted by hot shots tennis, black milk, gianna, a move back to philly and, some shit that’d make John Stewart cry. in oh eight, i look forward to stability. alas…
“bliss seems so far away/
can’t seem to change our way/“
“i’m coming home again.
do you think about me now and then?
do you think about me now and the en enn…
cause i’m coming home again.
cuh ming home uh gen.”
this dude had a ton of photos, but, a fairly disgusting watermark, as well.
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC’d every girl that I’d see see round town and
I hate to see y’all frown but I’d rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me, true, but I’m no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back
Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night
So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
Like a preemie out the womb
My partner yellin “Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider!
Read some litera – ture on the subject
You sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac – tic
If that bitch do you dirty
we’ll wipe her ass out as in detergent
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part
i wrote 4 or 5 drafts of this thing. i did one where i counted down the top 5 breakups. the top 5 overall exes, based on their post breakup nickname. i tried the tired bit where i break apart each couple of bars and write a lil’ story about how that part effected my life. that line “Like a preemie out the womb” really fucked w/me. like this dude was tellin’ my story. but, anyway, next time you see me, check out the ring.
Updated w/flight info.
this isn’t much of an entry, i suppose, however, i would like to take the time to throw this up there. nice lil’ video, even though the shots at lady opera were unnecessary, unless, she’s the one that did the firing.
i don’t really eff w/def poetry jam. poetry was ruined for me the day that sweet Nia said…
“It is the color of light,
The shape of sound high in the evergreens”
the fuck is that? it didn’t help that i watched the movie w/an absolutely unattractive female. the entire time the film was on, i couldn’t help but think about how she (the lady in present company) was not Nia nor LNC. poetry has never recovered. not during any of these def poetry jam’s; not at that shitty house party Asante took me to where those skatin’ ass AKAs read complete garbage out of marble notebooks and sipped crappy wine while playing “I Never” in the dark. in the fuckin’ dark! (this is a story for another time); and not at philly’s five spot, either. during my recent trip home for a bachelor party, i found out that the five spot had burneded da fuck down.
five spot, i will truly miss you. i never expected to return and have the same experiences i did as a youth but i knew that i would visit you again. alas, it seems that this will not come to pass. and that’s a shame. as a note, to myself, and you dear reader, i will make sure to tell the following stories
- viking style
- mussels and chocolate martinis
- drew, the diner and the drive
- adventures in butterscotch fingers
- the best perm ever, no seriously
- double trouble, live
- antifreeze, the fruity bastard, key lime pie, ping ping ping
anything else i remember will be dumped into “the five spot” category as well.