hmmmmmmmmmm

so.

yep.

like she said.

ah.

for real?

yep.

word.

how did he take it?

like he said.

damn.

u-huh.

so papa clarence had this cd the last time i was spinning. he was like trust me, its that shit. so i pop it on, and its Prince on a trip fantastic(not the name of the song). i cut it off and say,

" ain't nobody tryin' to hear this right now" he puts out the boo boo lip. we laugh, and the night fades to memory. the very next day i read poems at the Karamu House, and it dawns on me the flippy jest is the exact place the the world is in. NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR THAT SHIT.

AND THE needle skips.

skip.

skip.

skip.