Saturday, September 23, 2006
The Night Is On Ma Mind
"Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things
come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is
done, and all that is truly important becomes whole
and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary
self and grows with the calm of a tree."
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery
*Myra blessed me with that*
I heart quotes
"...and so it goes." K. Vonnegut
absolutely.stunning.night
"Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things
come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is
done, and all that is truly important becomes whole
and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary
self and grows with the calm of a tree."
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery
*Myra blessed me with that*
I heart quotes
"...and so it goes." K. Vonnegut
Ha coming out of the hole I call duty and work (howevermuch I love my job) i had the most amazing night of past present and future.
I saw soooooo much last night. I saw where I'm from, where I am and where I'm going in the bling of one eye nevermind 2. Ahhhhhhh where do I begin.
WORK.
yes at work on a Saturday thinking I gotta do something. I've been on the hectic pace with web building. I barely find time to release (even here in outta space). Actually I a lot and make time for here it's a bizarre sort of sanity, where I think my own thoughts (for the most part *winks at homies*). ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES AFENI A DULL, SNIPPY, WEIRD FREAKED OUT MESS. I saw that over the past few weeks. Not feeling my own britches, not feeling in my comfort zone. Just feeling like this woman grasping for straws, offering milkshakes in return(*she thought poetically*). Work, work, work, work, work, work, life, no time for living or figuring living, work, work, work, work. Yeah thats where it began.
More than a month ago when I first got here I saw in one of the local papers...ATCQ. I said to self...what?!...no fuggin way. Fuggin way I'm goin.! Treat to self...work,work,work,work. And I shucked and jived. I waited forever to get tix. Till my co worker said, I think they are sold out...this past week. I think I internally lost my fuggin mind. I said to self...OH HELLLS NAW!!!!!!!! Then my grrrrl was like I tried to get tix here in Canada and they were sold out.....HELLLLLLS FUGGIN NAW.
So I had a game plan. Tribe then deep house after party. LMFAO...didn't go quite that way but sorta.
I slept till noon yesterday. I never sleep till noon! Not even on weekends unless its a "visiting the farm" weekend". Went to work. Went to ma fuggin show. My FAVORITE hip hop anything that I had not seen since...oh me no blow my age thing but since I was a teenager, when folks though skypagers were the shit.
Fiyah. Outside of the bitty that bum rushed my little bit of personal space, whom proceeded to fling her stringy ass hair on me for far too long in between shaking herself all off beat. Oh I wanted to slap the *ish outta her. Tribe rocked and took me back to a time when life was simple, pure and perfect. Junior high=introduction, high and there beyond the simmerin'. Oddly enough the most mesmerizing part of the performance was unexpectedly, Ali Shaheed Muhammad (not nearly as photogenic as his stature). Mind you I was astonished to see Jarobi...AEIOU and sometimes Y. Yeah Y=Jarobi...mister Jarobi, a bruh I usta, in my youth smoke blunts with in Washington Square Park. How interesting. Oh yeah P tiddy showed up and didnt get the luv he was looking for. I wonder how ingest the non-love he can sometimes get. I have respect for that man...for better or for worse...he be strength if nothing else....anyway...
So outta curiosity I choose to go to the "afterparty," at a spot called Django's, of which Ive already been quite curious bout. Interesting. Lets say I did my deed. And for those that REALLY know me, yes I fucked up ANOTHER pair of white ass Adidas because I burn holes in dance floors and tear up my classics in the process. YO, people dont dance no mo? Just asses wigglin and what not? Where have I been? *sigh* Maybe Ive been far removed from reality or somethin (this is usually the case). So yeah, lemmie shout out the bar angel Angela (how ironic) for hooking ma drink up after some faggoty looking bruh down stairs played me like I dont know the difference between water and booze. Big up Angela especially for the extra luv! So fine after the 20 minute James Brown set (that I did get amped to as much as to help FUG up my kicks) and everyone cut out, so did I.
My dancin ass needs
FOOD & WATER.
FOOD AND WATER
FOOD AND WATER!
WATER, WATER, WATER
walk'd 2
FOOD AND WATER.
Got it and finished
FOOD AND WATER
(ma dancers know wtf Im talkin bout) and realized the time.
OH SHIT bout to miss the original after hours destination. Get lost driving but find it with 1/2 hour left to go. Love and blessings to the sistah who let me roll in w/out payin for the last 30 minutes. And what does the fuckin DJ play??? ((((Nuyorican Soul))). I havent heard that shit in a spot in 10+ years. It usta be my FAVORITE HOUSE CUT. I thought I was gonna loose my mind! You could hear me yelp from the dance floor. And although I forgot my baby powder...THANK YOU to the bruh that lent me his. *sigh*
Slip and slide and glide on dance and music!!!!!!!!!!!!
I done rockd from 9 pm tp 5am straight with only driving and FOOD AND WATA breaks in between. I can't even say the last time I had a night like this. Not since I was home in NYC and me and the peeps would just roll like that.
I danced all night.
And finally back to Mr. Muhammad.
finding this is how it all ends.
That is by far the most beautiful(picture of a) man
I HAVE EVER SEEN! *SIGH*
For far more reasons than the aesthetic!
allahu akbar
i still believe.
I saw soooooo much last night. I saw where I'm from, where I am and where I'm going in the bling of one eye nevermind 2. Ahhhhhhh where do I begin.
WORK.
yes at work on a Saturday thinking I gotta do something. I've been on the hectic pace with web building. I barely find time to release (even here in outta space). Actually I a lot and make time for here it's a bizarre sort of sanity, where I think my own thoughts (for the most part *winks at homies*). ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES AFENI A DULL, SNIPPY, WEIRD FREAKED OUT MESS. I saw that over the past few weeks. Not feeling my own britches, not feeling in my comfort zone. Just feeling like this woman grasping for straws, offering milkshakes in return(*she thought poetically*). Work, work, work, work, work, work, life, no time for living or figuring living, work, work, work, work. Yeah thats where it began.
More than a month ago when I first got here I saw in one of the local papers...ATCQ. I said to self...what?!...no fuggin way. Fuggin way I'm goin.! Treat to self...work,work,work,work. And I shucked and jived. I waited forever to get tix. Till my co worker said, I think they are sold out...this past week. I think I internally lost my fuggin mind. I said to self...OH HELLLS NAW!!!!!!!! Then my grrrrl was like I tried to get tix here in Canada and they were sold out.....HELLLLLLS FUGGIN NAW.
So I had a game plan. Tribe then deep house after party. LMFAO...didn't go quite that way but sorta.
I slept till noon yesterday. I never sleep till noon! Not even on weekends unless its a "visiting the farm" weekend". Went to work. Went to ma fuggin show. My FAVORITE hip hop anything that I had not seen since...oh me no blow my age thing but since I was a teenager, when folks though skypagers were the shit.
Fiyah. Outside of the bitty that bum rushed my little bit of personal space, whom proceeded to fling her stringy ass hair on me for far too long in between shaking herself all off beat. Oh I wanted to slap the *ish outta her. Tribe rocked and took me back to a time when life was simple, pure and perfect. Junior high=introduction, high and there beyond the simmerin'. Oddly enough the most mesmerizing part of the performance was unexpectedly, Ali Shaheed Muhammad (not nearly as photogenic as his stature). Mind you I was astonished to see Jarobi...AEIOU and sometimes Y. Yeah Y=Jarobi...mister Jarobi, a bruh I usta, in my youth smoke blunts with in Washington Square Park. How interesting. Oh yeah P tiddy showed up and didnt get the luv he was looking for. I wonder how ingest the non-love he can sometimes get. I have respect for that man...for better or for worse...he be strength if nothing else....anyway...
So outta curiosity I choose to go to the "afterparty," at a spot called Django's, of which Ive already been quite curious bout. Interesting. Lets say I did my deed. And for those that REALLY know me, yes I fucked up ANOTHER pair of white ass Adidas because I burn holes in dance floors and tear up my classics in the process. YO, people dont dance no mo? Just asses wigglin and what not? Where have I been? *sigh* Maybe Ive been far removed from reality or somethin (this is usually the case). So yeah, lemmie shout out the bar angel Angela (how ironic) for hooking ma drink up after some faggoty looking bruh down stairs played me like I dont know the difference between water and booze. Big up Angela especially for the extra luv! So fine after the 20 minute James Brown set (that I did get amped to as much as to help FUG up my kicks) and everyone cut out, so did I.
My dancin ass needs
FOOD & WATER.
FOOD AND WATER
FOOD AND WATER!
WATER, WATER, WATER
walk'd 2
FOOD AND WATER.
Got it and finished
FOOD AND WATER
(ma dancers know wtf Im talkin bout) and realized the time.
OH SHIT bout to miss the original after hours destination. Get lost driving but find it with 1/2 hour left to go. Love and blessings to the sistah who let me roll in w/out payin for the last 30 minutes. And what does the fuckin DJ play??? ((((Nuyorican Soul))). I havent heard that shit in a spot in 10+ years. It usta be my FAVORITE HOUSE CUT. I thought I was gonna loose my mind! You could hear me yelp from the dance floor. And although I forgot my baby powder...THANK YOU to the bruh that lent me his. *sigh*
Slip and slide and glide on dance and music!!!!!!!!!!!!
I done rockd from 9 pm tp 5am straight with only driving and FOOD AND WATA breaks in between. I can't even say the last time I had a night like this. Not since I was home in NYC and me and the peeps would just roll like that.
I danced all night.
And finally back to Mr. Muhammad.
finding this is how it all ends.
That is by far the most beautiful
I HAVE EVER SEEN! *SIGH*
For far more reasons than the aesthetic!
allahu akbar
i still believe.
absolutely.stunning.night
