Thursday, November 11, 2004

Ezekiel and I Kings Noisecontrol Publishing - Lawrence and I read Ezekiel and Kings last night and stayed up all night listening to Techno, Rap, and Classical, even a little Rock and British Pop.

Things were cool and we've made some new friends around the breakfast table.


Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Today is the greatest Noisecontrol Publishing - Today is the greatest - I was assertive and told someone that they should back off from their threats and I feel that I did what I needed for myself. Regardless of how they feel now. I've been tread on for a measure of time that is sometimes unending. And it is time that I planted my feet where they belong.


Geraldine's Moving Party Noisecontrol Publishing - Today was Geraldine's moving party. She received many presents from the many members of the club including a teddy bear, raggedy ann and andy, and a barbie doll. She also received several dolls representing the various members of the club, a changepurse, and a couple of other knick knacks. She was very appreciative and the Cake was excellent. Vanilla with Choclate Chips and Chocolate frosting.


Friday, November 05, 2004

Kodacroam Noisecontrol Publishing

Like the doppler effect
on a butterfly's wing
When I spit my rhymes
I burn and I sting

I'm with my homies
From around the globe
From the BBC 1extra
To every area code

You know you want to snap quick
as I rock and I roll
because I come out beautiful
In rich Kodachroam

The raindow color of my vibrant gel
Put out that funk like that sweet sweet smell
All you Nazi punk freaks can find ceaseless hell
Cause like Cold Cool J I'm fixed to ring the bells

As I move move with the quickness of Ali's sting bee
From the earth to the skies to
The poles to the sea,
Sucker MC's never make me flee.

My clocked swatch flips time like a burger grilled
As the lyrics that I drop drip bleed and spill,
And the ink dries wet on the page so deep,
While through the alleyway's my graffiti creeps.

I light up the times like a neon light,
Brighter than the virgin megastore half past midnight,
And the six a.m. sun rises glory be,
As the epics roll out from flavor flav and D.

Today just me the last day of your life,
So butter sunny side up with your cheese and your knife,
All our days are numbered disappear,
As a dead prez said, all we fear is fear.

For the nights shorten nights shorten in summer,
The trees die in fall,
But in spring, the clouds break,
And winter's santa claus.

Today's the end less than the beginning, or middle,
So dance on your rooftop and get out the fiddle,
Cause tomorrow's comin' on like an 800 pound gorilla,
And the Empire State's loomin over us all as the taxi cabs crawl.