The joys of being a modern-day creative: your desk is your bed! -House of Wine

The joys of being a modern-day creative: your desk is your bed! -House of Wine

Learning today that I have the fashion sense of a 1930’s housewife—-Can I steal ALL of Mildred Pierce’s dress suits please?! 💃#MildredPierce

Anna Kerenina feels like a musical with no singing.

Anna Kerenina feels like a musical with no singing.

Watching Amy Poehler’s SMART GIRLS interview with the creator’s of Comedy Central’s new show, BROAD CITY and must admit that they look beautiful, poised and well-spoken!

Read why I didn’t take to the new show at http://ramblrr.com/exploration/tvbroadcity

"If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans." -Woody Allen

In preparation for the Spoken Word musical I’m writing, this week I am becoming a student of the great stage and film writer/director Woody Allen. Along the way, Im learning some meaningful tips on building great characters who say the darnest things!

"If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans." -Woody Allen

In preparation for the Spoken Word musical I’m writing, this week I am becoming a student of the great stage and film writer/director Woody Allen. Along the way, Im learning some meaningful tips on building great characters who say the darnest things!

It’s funny.

In this life, a man does not receive full recognition for his contribution until he is dead and gone. RIP Amiri Baraku.

Below, one of my favorite poems. BABYLON REVISITED.

The gaunt thing   
with no organs
creeps along the streets
of Europe, she will
commute, in her feathered bat stomach-gown
with no organs
with sores on her insides
even her head
a vast puschamber   
of pus(sy) memories
with no organs
nothing to make babies
she will be the great witch of euro-american legend
who sucked the life
from some unknown nigger
whose name will be known
but whose substance will not ever   
not even by him
who is dead in a pile of dopeskin

This bitch killed a friend of mine named Bob Thompson   
a black painter, a giant, once, she reduced
to a pitiful imitation faggot
full of American holes and a monkey on his back   
slapped airplanes
from the empire state building

May this bitch and her sisters, all of them,   
receive my words
in all their orifices like lye mixed with   
cocola and alaga syrup

feel this shit, bitches, feel it, now laugh your   
hysterectic laughs
while your flesh burns
and your eyes peel to red mud

It’s funny.

In this life, a man does not receive full recognition for his contribution until he is dead and gone. RIP Amiri Baraku.

Below, one of my favorite poems. BABYLON REVISITED.

The gaunt thing
with no organs
creeps along the streets
of Europe, she will
commute, in her feathered bat stomach-gown
with no organs
with sores on her insides
even her head
a vast puschamber
of pus(sy) memories
with no organs
nothing to make babies
she will be the great witch of euro-american legend
who sucked the life
from some unknown nigger
whose name will be known
but whose substance will not ever
not even by him
who is dead in a pile of dopeskin

This bitch killed a friend of mine named Bob Thompson
a black painter, a giant, once, she reduced
to a pitiful imitation faggot
full of American holes and a monkey on his back
slapped airplanes
from the empire state building

May this bitch and her sisters, all of them,
receive my words
in all their orifices like lye mixed with
cocola and alaga syrup

feel this shit, bitches, feel it, now laugh your
hysterectic laughs
while your flesh burns
and your eyes peel to red mud

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With just a T3 and a little help from my friends I was able to produce my first music video. Enjoy :)