a blues for nina say baby, can i be your slave i've got to admit girl, you're the shit girl and i'm diggin` you like a grave now do they call you daughter to the spinnin post, or or maybe queen of 10,000 moons sister to the distant, yet risin` star is your name yimmy-ya oh hell nah, it`s got to be ocean ooo, is that a smile me put on your face child wide as a field of jasmine and glover talk that talk honey, walk that walk money hound legs that'll spank jehovah shit, who am i? it's not important but they call me brother to the night and right now i'm the blues in your left thigh tryin to become the funk in your right who am I? i'll be whoever you say but right now, i'm the sigh traped hunter blindly pursuing you as my prey and i just wanna give you injections, of sublime erections and get you to dance to my rhythm make you dream archaetypes, of black angels in flight upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism come on slim fuck yo` man, i ain`t worried about him it's you who i wanna step to my scene cause rather than deal with the fallacy of this dry ass reality i rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream who am I? well they all call me brother to the night and right now, i'm the blues in your left thigh trying to become the funk in your right is that alright? * * * * * * * * * * * i love this movie, darius is so cool. . . i don't care if he's only a character, he's fresh.

romance, is about the possibility of a thing you see, it's about the time between when you meet some fine ass woman and when you first make love to her or when you first ask a woman to marry you and when she says i do. when people who've been together for a long time say the romance is gone uhh um, what they're really saying is they've exhausted the possibility. . . . . . . . . . . it's like poetry it's the possiblity of language. * * * * * * * * * * i love this movie. any guesses?

the little things are infinitely important -sir arthur conan doyle

got this from a really good friend A good woman is proud of herself. She respects herself and others. She is aware of who she is. She neither seeks definition from the person she is with, nor does she expect them to read her mind. She is quite capable of articulating her needs. A good woman is hopeful. She is strong enough to make all her dreams come true. She knows love, therefore she gives love. She recognizes that her love has a great value and must be reciprocated. If her love is taken for granted, it soon disappears. A good woman has a dash of inspiration and a dabble of endurance. She knows that she will, at times, have to inspire others to reach the potential God gave them. A good woman knows her past, understands her present and moves toward the future. A good woman knows God. She knows that with God the world is her playground, but without God she will just be played. A good woman does not live in fear of the future because of her past. Instead, she understands that her life experiences are merely lessons, meant to bring her closer to self knowledge and unconditional self love. I just sent this to a good woman ............... why don't you? * * * * * * * * * * so true, my friend. *mwa*