deka
Category: Writing and Poetry

eye am deka. besides u. nobody else knows mah name. we shud not be in this place. inside tha belly uv this ship. we must escape. we must du this. much depends on us. eye ave no one else ta turn ta. u at least understand mah tongue. what say u nah. think abut it at least. but don’t take too long. tha tyme fa swift action is nah. if we wait much long. eye will no longer be able ta recognize tha way back. & then there is tha water ta consider. can u swim. are u strong enuf ta. no matter. ntr will guide & protect us. u du not kno ntr. but u du kno a mutha/fatha creator yes. this is but one god. he wears many mask. she goes by many names. what trouble we uprights ave caused by

our egos. especially tha ones whu want ta live faeva. they misunderstand tha will uv ntr. they make ntr in their image. can they not see we too r ntr. & that which they du unta us. they du unta themelves. unta ntr. ntr’s memori is long. where theirs & ours is short. sumhow. there is a divine plan. we may neber kno it. but eye kno this. if we too r ntr. we can not allow this offense ta go unchallenged. we r not strong alone. we r ntr. we r tha body uv ntr. we ave been separated. torn asunder. tugetha. we must remember. we must re-member. it is tha onli way we can survive this. ta restore balance. becum one again. all things in due tyme. du not be afraid. even fear has its

purpose. sleep nah. fa even here. eye will not abandon u. when tha tyme cums. eye will ave need uv u. u will kno then. & u will kno what ta du. du not trust me. trust ntr. trust tha ntr inside oneself. me. eye am deka. besides u. no one else here knows mah name. we shud not be in this place here. this fowl thing which consumes us. avent u too had enuf. what will it take ta rouse u. we must choose ta leave this place. we must choose not ta give ova our strength ta our captors. no one will cum ta save us. not when we choose not ta save ourselves. where is ur back. tyme is uv tha essence. u need ta remember this. ur name is deka. tunight tha big man will take me fa his

wife again. eye am not his wife. neither are u. eye kno tomorrow is dark. jes kno all is not hopeless. we ave our own powers. we are ntr. we are deka. even if we must take one uv them wif us. we shall escape. if we must. they shall die on their own swords. killed by their own pleasure. consumes by their own consumptions. eye will teach u. what eye teach u. u must always remember. this is not tha old way uv duin thing. tudey. ta survive. we. u. eye. must change. eye am deka. besides u. no one shall kno me by this name. ta kno a thangs name. is ta ave power ova it. eye am deka. whu eye was befa. no longer matters. tunight we escape. & we shall keep

escaping. fa howeva long it takes. fa ntr has a long memori. & tha balance must be restored.

beluvid ola-jendai 12.08.08

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ismitta, daughter of the mountain of the moon
Category: Writing and Poetry

"...o my heart which i had from my mother,
o my heart which i had from my mother,
o my heart of my different ages,
do not stand up against me as a witness
do not be opposed to me in the tribunal,
do not be hostile to me in the presence of the keeper of the balance
for you are my ka which was in my body,
the protector who made my members hale..."
- passage from the Prt m Hru (The Book of Coming Forth by Day)

the vicissitudes of how chloe received her heart reads more like a page torn from asimov's science fiction magazine than human history. mostly because the model of history we posses is warped. too tied to notions of progress. too susceptible to the ravages of ego. it only respects that which is written. and what is written is written by conquistadores. the victors. those who wish to subvert and control nature versus those who walk with a profound appreciation for natural laws that surround us. those who understand that all things are connected and move in cycles. mostly it is a chronicling of wars and empires. less the instrument of human liberation history is purported to be.

chloe's mother zere had been a direct descendant of a secret society of priests & priestesses entrusted with the sacred rite of reconstituting the soul. their totem had once been the scarab. a calling card placed over the heart of the deceased during mummification. once practitioners of rites long practiced by the priests of anubis before the fall of ta-meri to romans and arabs. their capital city was basenji. referred to by a litany of names, the last of which being vuka. the fall of ta-meri being the precipitating event that forced the vuka into exile. always with the hope of returning once the pharaoh had been restored. almost 2000 seasons removed. that day has not yet come.

by the time of zere's birth, the vuka had been displaced by the ravages of both the arab and transatlantic european slave trades. colonialism was dawning in africa & the vuka themselves were sore like dislocated elbows, persistently in transit. weather beaten and subsisting in a world that was becoming smaller and increasingly more hostile. it was becoming more difficult to protect the now fragmented secrets they guarded. recognizing this change in the world, zere was one of four priestesses of child bearing age chosen to become arks of the covenant. a mantle she chose willingly because she understood what was at stake. theirs was a world in peril. & worse yet the vuka were beginning to forget. in this one last initiation, the vuka were determined to transfer their collective experience into a living vessel to serve as the germ for a new age amongst men once the present darkness subsided.

after much heated discourse. it was settled. she along with deka, chipo & fana would submit to the ritual & receive the beetle. as ismitta. daughters of the mountain of the moon, they would usher forth a new generation of light bearers. ones like none other that came before them. zere was allowed seven weeks with her family before starting out on her journey. she & the other ismattas were sent away from the village in four disparate directions. with a satchel of provisions & newlywed husbands in tow.

while history has yet to record the trials and tribulations of deka, chipo & fana. this is where zere's story begins. this is how she came to live amongst the bakaya. this is how she came to lose her husband & guide sadu to slavers. this how she is captured & passed from hand to hand until she reaches the coast. how she came to give birth to a daughter born on a wednesday during the maafa. how she names her alitash. how she arrived halfway around the world on a sugar plantation in the high country of brasil. how her daughter is separated from her. resold & renamed chloe. how it was enough to move zere to escape to join a quilombo and lead night raids to find her daughter. the living ark of the covenant. this how she never finds alitash or chloe. how living to a ripe 120 years of age. she never stops fighting. how she never stops looking.

zere dies. never learning how the elders came to be massacred because they chose not to surrender to the encroachment of the white man's world. she could not have guessed that the vuka would be reduced to lore. their memory surviving only in the name of a small beetle ground by local bush doctors in countries like uganda. a folk remedy purported to be the natural equivalent of viagra for dysfunctional men longing to satisfying their women. the beetle's name, vuka-vuka, literally translating into ..wake up-wake up'. betraying the importance its ancestors once held when the vuka themselves still walked by day & harnessed its secrets.

while she mourned the devastating loss of a child, zere did not understand the full weight of this gift the last of the vuka had given her. for alitash. now called chloe. was not simply just the hope of a new generation. in her chest she carried the collective memory of all the vuka, the elders, the priests, even a piece of zere. lived inside chloe's heart. what they had known. she knows. what they have seen. she sees. their hopes & aspirations. their memory. all this genetically encoded into her very being. & chloe comes to claim them as her own. this. this is where the story of chloe & her heart begins. at the end.

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obamarama (aka fear uv a blak planet)
Category: Blogging

"...until the philosophy which hold one race superior. and another. inferior. is finally. and permanently. discredited. and abandoned..." bob marley, africa unite 

eyeve been slow ta gather mah wurds tugetha. obama winnin tha national elections is history makin indeed fa mo reasons than one. truth be told. up & until nah eyeve not allowed mahself ta get excited re: tha notion uv avin a "black" president. neber mind that obama did not sell himself as a "black"president. truth be told. that last tyme eye found mahself excited re: a political campaign was david dinkins runnin fa mayor. & back then eye was in high scholl & cudnt vote. excavatin. perhaps mah lack uv enthusiasm was more a stop gap measure ta gird against mah reignin lack

uv faith in mah less melanated fellow americans. white supremacy is a helluva drug. & anglo americans in tha us ave been drunk off uv it since befa plymouth rock. yet & still. sum 61% uv all anglo-american us voters voted fa obama. that surprised me. obama bestin john mccain in a landslide. that also suprised me. eye appreciated john mccains concession speech. it felt.... authentic. like it was tah real john mccain. & that sumhow or anutha. an imposter. most likely tha mccain we witness tha past few months was simply tha fabrication uv a failing & desperate no holds

barred campaign strategy. this afta avin painted himself inta a corner carryin water fa bush & tha republican party fa tha past 8 years. tha speech was in a wurd. gracious. on sum j. a. rogers from superman ta man. eye think obamas characterization uv his campaign as tha best run campaign in tah modern era was spot on. its seems. jes like every otha black endeavor. inta arenas deemed whites only.  in order ta ave a black president. obama cudnt jes be ordinary. he had ta be spectacular. in tha same way tiger woods had ta take on golf. or michael jordan

basketball. or any otha number uv blk firsts. as mah grandma used ta put it. black folks ave ta wurk twice as hard. & even thrice as hard. jes at break even. it doesnt make obama a messiah. jes tha best possible candidate fa tha job. avin ta du so unda tha most unlikeli & incredible uv odds. in tah same breath. eye take issue wif comments swirlin around tah media suggestin sumhow that blk folks ave arrived at tha fulfillment uv martin luther kings (overly sampled decontextualized & watered down) dream. wes still gots a long way ta go baby. & yes eye sed wes. his

campaign wasnt by any means perfect. me personally. (eye wrote that jes fa u cheryl) eye still take umbrage wif obama throwin reverend wight unda tha bus. eye understood whi he did it. jes felt like that had at be a better way ta undo tha damage uv wright speakin his truths. truths which many wifin tha blk community understand & identify wif. & second. his wholesale endorsement uv pro-isreali foriegn policy to tha detriment uv a position that reconized tha historical complexities uv tha isreali-palestinian conflict. mah caveat on this. is that

maybe he jes isnt totalli up ta speed on isreal & palestine. but eye kno it occurred like a shot ova tha bow ta tha palestinian/muslim/arab wurld as more business as usual. but hey. eye wasnt tha one runnin fa president. but eye did find mahself at tha polls on 3 separate occasions tryin ta vote. tha lines in mah part uv flatbush was ridiculous. lines peelin round tha block. if bush cud claim a mandate on such a narrow margin uv (stolen) victory back in 2004. then obama must be recievin tha mo/fkin ark uv tha covenant or sum isht. as obama put it. this election. change. real

change. is not. and can not be about one person. a cult uv personailty. ova tha next few weeks. eyell be lookin reel close ta see. whu he surrounds himself wif. how he transforms tha immense groundswellin uv organized nrg inta transformin tha governmental apparatus. will bush's 11th hour bills. & tha federal bailout tie his hands in tha cumin months. how long will it take ta turn tha economy around. can white folks stay tha course. ok. its late. & eyem tired. ave ta cum back & finish this lata.

beluvid ola-jendai 11.06.08

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fear uv a black planet...
Category: News and Politics

prsidential elections are still a lil less than a week away. & despite mah general disaffectation as a nascent  pan-afrakan nationalist fa us electoral politics. this electoral season. moreso than any otha has captured mah medulla oblongata & has thusfar refused ta let go. tha spectre & promise uv a person uv afrakan descent as president is allurin. tha continuin meladrama uv palintholgy is entertainin. & tha depths mccain's campaign has sunk ta. in a last stitch by any means necessary run on tha white house is frankli. despicable. eye spend a gud chunk uv mah tyme on tha huffington

post. tha daily kos. slate. salon. politico.som. eye hit up tha comdey channels too. bill maher. tha colbert report. jon stewarts' daily show. roundin mahself out wif a near daily dose uv msnbc tv clips frum rachel maddow. keith olbermann. & chris matthews. every nah & then eye check in on fox & conservative pundits frum tha right. & no matter which way this election goes. at tha end uv tah dey. eye realize. us. we. r still fukd. it kinda hit home fa me tha otha dey when cheryl echo'd sumfin eye thot & sed a lot when obama first announced he wud be runnin fa president.

that it wud be jes like white folks ta break tha joint befa they handed it ova ta black folks. same way a playground bully breaks tha toys when he's admonished by tha skulyard monitors ta share. its also not lost on me that. this election is not about tha best candidate. its not sum rational process. arguabli. it neber has been. electoral political is probabli better characterized as one big mass ritual. a grand scheme ta herd pepuls political inclinations inta safe outlets. where tha choices r pre-determined. and dissent can be safely vented wifout tha nation literalli tearin

itself apart. its a theatrical performance. where politicians battle it out like gladiators in a public ampitheater. tappin inta tha ethos. tha myth centers that change our collective  respective & selective identities as americans.  hypenated or othawyze. every four years. tha actors/player. but tha show must go on. & go on it does. in large part. eye want obama ta win. & thats not ethnic pride speakin. he strikes me as sumone that gets it. eye ave no delusions that he will be a "black" president. & given tha dynamics uv machine politics. eye dont see him pullin sum ole spook whu

sat by tha door gotcha presidency. neither is he sum messiah savior thats gonna single handedli lift us out frum unda our troubles. frum a panafrakan nationalist perspective. avin a blk president aint all that its cracked up ta be. eye mean by sheer virtual uv him bein elected. he wud be reaffirmin tha dream. that oversampled warped segment uv martin's dream. that eva pursued american dream. one brutha gets thru. & america is officialli off tha hook. eye mean. will its substantiveli change tha quality uv lyphe fa blk folks. dunno. tha jury is still out. &  at tha end uv tha dey.

obama will still ave ta deal wif tha machine.  tha one thats called washington. & even befa that. tha republican machine  that was designed ta manipulate & skew tha electoral process. shud he becum president. eyell be more interested ta kno whu he surrounds himself wif. whether or kno he will ave ta make all kinds uv compromises that will make his presidency. business as usual. a lil kinder & gentler. & definateli more melanated. but yet & still. business as usual. as it stands. this bailout package will already tie tha presidents hands. theres a lot ta be overcum. jes ta get tha game ta run tha way it was intended. much less change it. its what eye ave ta sey right nah. still avent gotten around ta readin bof his books. maybe eyell start this week. til next tyme.

beluvid ola-jendai 10.30.08

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non-sequitor

there was much left unsaid. like. what kind uv faith u avin if me mereli postli an alexsys taylor video occurs fa ur as an offense. temptation. eye mean. eye grew up christian. was raised christian. was a eucharistic minister. a youth minister. went ta catholic skul fa 12 years. studied tha bible. inside & out. eye wud liek ta think. that this god. ur god. mah god. our gud. know what we dealin wif here on tha ground. that honorin him. or her. is less about a bunch uv dutiful prescripts cobbled tugetha inta sum book. made by mahn. but about how we choose ta live tha lyphe we livin.

here & nah. eye didnt want ta go there. ta get deep on how. ta possible sever. a lastin sliver on a relationship that wud probabli incur judgement cuz eye choose ta express mah relationship wif tha divine differentli. eye eman. she cudnt fathom tha terrible inconvience eye go thru on tah daily. livin in a mostli christin wurld. littered wif storefront churches on near every corner. bible totin true believers ready ta prostheticize at any given moment. cuz they so concerns. re: mah soul....eye didnt want at go there. eyeve been there befa. so eye respectfulli apologized. tho eye cud

jes ave well asked her not ta impose all her jesus postins ova mah page as well. cuz its not how eye choose ta live mah lyphe. & its crampin mah style. eye mean. those jesus pepul. ave sown so much divisiveness & discord ova tah course uv centuries. leavin a trail uv death & distruction behind them. & dont get me rong. eye kno its not u. but tah mere mention uv em. conjures pain. unhealed wombs uv mah ancestors. so pls excuse me ifn eye get upset at tymes. dang it. eyem goin there again. breathe. as eye was seyin. peace sista. & ave a nice dey.

beluvid ola-jendai 10.21.08

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how tha train man got mah dollar this mornin...

eye ave ta confess. tha ola has been rather stingy uv late when it cums ta panhandlin. it wasnt always tha case. but especialli since eyeve started a change pot at home (which eye jes cashed in fa close ta $700 last week afta a year & a half uv savin change) not much goes out. eye mean. sumone either has ta realli impress me or realli tap inta mah already hypersensitive empathy gene which eyeve learned ta keep unda wraps. this mornin. "tha trainman" did jes that. mah first thot as he entered thru tha between car doors. was: "oh, here we go again" as eye

buried mahself deeper inta mah amny. scontinued sippin mah peppermint tea & vigorusli avoided eye contact. he immediateli went inta his spiel. pedanticalli riflin off mimiced train announcements. this in tha midst uv a sea uv racacious teenagers on a school trip. then he did tha unexpected. he broke scripted. & rather instantaneouli began connectin wif everone in tha car. he heralded his talent. not jes mimicin train announcements. but hittin tha right pitch in reproducin that "door is closin" bell tone. he had tha kids crackin up. which initiated a domino effect. & pretty soon tha

whole car was crackin up. "mohammed ali was tah greatest boxer. tiger woods. tha greatest golfer. michael jordan. tha greatest basketball player. me. eyem tha greatest trainman. ding dong." hilarity. he must ave raked in at least $15 fa tha 5 minutes he spent wif us between bowlin green & 14th street. (then there was tah food he collected) all tha same. he shifted tha whole nrg in tha car. made pepul laugh. connected wif folks on a level that felt authentic. & maybe he wasnt homeless. & maybe he didnt have a wife whu died. & maybe he didnt ave two kids.

& maybe he was gonna thro out tha food when he got ta tha next station. but fa those 5 minutes. he made a whole lotta pepuls day a lot lighter. & gettin pepul ta part wif a dollar or two wif tha economy in tah tailspin its in. is no laughin matter. so kudos ta tha trainman.            .

beluvid ola-jendai 10.14.08

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deep impression depression

so tha subject is narratives. honestli. eye ave ta sey. wif all tha talk re: tha economy spinnin so far out uv control. that its onli eclipsed by tha great depression. its got me missin mah grandmutha reel hard right nah. eye sey that mostli becuz she actualli lived thru it. & ifn she was still here. right afta like it is went off tha telli. & in between frederick k price & tha sunday funnies. eye wudda stretched out on tha livin room couch. right beside her & picked her brain re: how black folks made it thru. bein born in 1916. mah grandmutha wudda been 13 when tha stockmarket

actually craches. & wudda been 19 by tha tyme tha next recession uv 1937 rolled around. nah member. in these tymes. it was pre-new deal. there was no social welfare state in tha us. jim crow. segregation. sharecroppin were still a reality fa folks. & whateva help was cumin down tah pike. was sureli a slow dry ass trickle by tha tyme it reached blk folks. so how did folks. blk folks get ova & get by. eyeve been scourin tha internet but so fa tha answers ta this r hard ta cum by. if eye were ta speculate. eye wud argue that sum uv tha fundamental differences between then

& nah. is that a gud deal uv blk folks were busi participatin in an agriculture based economy. & while they didnt ave job or a pot ta piss in. they still maintain a connection ta tha land as a means uv sustainin theyselves. & thats not even mentionin a gud deal morefolks owned farmland then than nah. what eyem realli hungry fa is lessons that can be gleened ta apply in mah lyphe tudey. ta develop an action plan. one not simpli based on anxiety & fear. nahmeen. if eye were ta take anutha stab at whats different. our notions uv community r different. indoubtli. close

knit community ties where folks shared resources musta got a lot uv folks thru. sad ta sey. eye dont participate much in community nah. there r communities eye move in & out uv. but a fixed community where eye deep long ties wif a bodi uv individuals eye trust & can call on & they can on me. eyeve got a long way ta go. sheeeeeet. wif jes geographical community. eye dont kno anybodi else in mah buildin except mah super. & he jes got here. mynd u. eyeve lived here 6 years. 6. one uv tha otha thangs different between tha great depression & nah. is that instead uv pourin tha

resources inta a social safety net. tha goverment is pourin it back inta tah very companies responsible fa this isht in tha firs place. (if u avent already guessed. eye am not. was not. fa tha bailout. back ta grandma. eye usta try ta get these kinds uv stories frum here befa she passed. she was neber too forthcumin. fa her. tah past was sumfin that happened a long tyme ago. right nah eye vagueli remember her sayin sumfin re: takin in boarders. how she & he siblings wud be helpin her parents thro up addition walls & add rooms ta tha house. (they live on a farm & by extention

lived off uv a farm) so whats mah equivalent ta that. what wud u du tudey. in these deys & tymes grandma.

beluvid ola-jendai 10.09.08

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narratives like a mofo....
Category: Writing and Poetry

"...if u look inta ur heart. wif a positive mynd. take some inventory uv ur wumbman and ur glory. leave tha bad things behind (ooh). everybodys got a story (yes they du) . about luv and tha good thangs. but all tha spices uv ur lyphe. u just got ta pay tha price. if u kno what eye mean..." - irene cara in sparkle, look into your heart

its been many moons since eyeve taken a course at landmark education. & too many moons since eyeve attempted ta apply what value eye got there in mah everydey. wif tha economy goin ta shits. tha mccain campaign goin ova ta tha darkside. & isht at mah job bein mad insecure. eyem more present ta narrative then eva befa. & by narrative. eye mean tha stories we suscribe ta. both consciouslli & unconsciousli. that steer our lyphes. frame. define tha paramaters uv whats possible. isht we use ta filter reality wif. sum uv our stories. r soleli personal.

private. uv our own invention. an intepretation uv what we think reality is. sum uv these narratives are inherited. shared. spread wide & far. occurin ofttymes simpli. as tha way thangs r. narratives are not necessarili tru. mostli they r tools. survival mechanisms. reference guides ta help us make sense uv tha wurld in which we exist. when eye was duin mah masters. we called narrative fictions. history. fiction. not so much that it was false per se. but tha very fact that sumone had ta make it up. it was always sumones interpretation. & sum fictions were/are more believble

than othas.  no matter how u slice it or dice it. narratives run our lyphes. especialli we are not present ta them & we let it. tha stories. narratives. fictions themselves are omnipresent. constantli runnin in tha background. like one uv those invisible processes in microsoft windows. we lose our sense uv power. when we allow our stories ta dictate how we live our lyphes. when we get stuck in our stories & see no way out. we experience ourselves as tah perpetual victim. helpless. paralyzed. when we recognize & see our stories fa what they are. stories. we regain tha power

uv choice. tha ability ta choose defferentli. & maybe different is not tha right wurd. but we increase our response-ability. eye sey all this ta sey. eyeve got a lot uv stories. narrative. isht eye made up. & find mahself still holdin onta runnin mah lyphe right nah. it aint pretty & it definateli aint cute. & since knowin is ha;f tha battle. eyemo put it out there. as is. fa right nah. & yeah. eye had ta big up sparkle fa a minute there. that was tha movie right thar.

beluvid ola-jendai 10.09.08

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reboot
Category: Writing and Poetry

creator

endowed me wif a divine intelligence

wif each breakdown & breakthru

eye gain access ta mah afroriginal programmin

so far its been mostli guesswork

trial & error

eyem still tryin ta figure out

how ta conduct a soft reboot

& eliminate all tha spam viruses

& forced program

thats been uploaded

since re/production

befa eye crash

& shut down irrevocabli

& jes ta execute this masterplan

eyemo need ta free up memori

empty tha trash defrag upgrade

set up new firewalls filters passwords

& access keys

beluvid ola-jendai 10.06.06

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one dey u wake up...
Current mood: slighty unda tha weather
Category: slighty unda tha weather Writing and Poetry

ta a war thats been waitin fa u ur whole lyphe.
a knob ta a door uve neber turned.
tha small isht u sweat & obsess ova. starin back at u.
dreams long since deferred.
left ta gather dust & rot in a southern breeze.
u stew in ur stori.
a lyphe spent on tha belly.
strugglin.
resistin.
cozied up ta tha snug fit uv victim.
fittin like handmedown highwaters.
oppression worn like a designer scent.
tha mirror betrays u jes as sureli as ur wurds du.
then u find a breadcrumb.
a trail uv em thats been hidden there all along.
writin written on tha wall.
hidden in plain sight.
in metu ntr.
callin ur name.
jes like tha past 2000 seasons.
onli u wasnt listenin.
suddenli tha silogisms make sense.
& ur oddities ave becum commodities.
u demand full market value.
ur fair share uv tha wumbniverse.
u realize there is no dress reahersal.
this is it.
that u came here on purpose.
frum here on out.
u chose ta wurk it.
anutha muthafkin afrakan parable uv tha talents.
inside u lament those whu lament all about u.
want ta make ur truth a communicable disease.
anti-viral.
a weapon against mass distraction.
refraction uv divine light.
u chuckle.
laugh.
how u make ur wurld so fkin significant.
indeed u was heaven sent.
this is ur mission.

beluvid ola-jendai 07.16.06

Currently reading : American Dream: Three Women, Ten Kids, and a Nation's Drive to End Welfare By Jason DeParle

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