Okay, I'm like...tired and what not. I planned to watch Making The Band II and go to sleep, but, there was a Making The Video w/ Beyonce & Free in it. Bad enough the Puffy joint comes on @ 10, but then MTV ambushes me...like that dog...it's like that now?! Many I'm sure know by now that I really dig Free...a lot. Oh, and Free's booty. See...when you just got ass on top of ass, and you fine...you get love, and your ass gets love, too. Kinda like how I got love for Serena, and her ass. Double up on the love ladies...double up. Hahaha.
So, anyways, it's not like Beyonce isn't sexy ass hell, it's just she's not as appealing to me now that she and Jay are an item. Don't get me wrong, if Beyonce was sitting on my bed buck-it nekkid askin' me to hit...I'd fu'...but, ya'll undastand. I don't know, it's like when you see somebody fly that you dig with somebody they shouldn't be with cause it just doesn't "fit"(in other words: not your ass), they just don't look as good. Point in case, Whitney in her hey- day was fly, but lost a lot of that flyness when she hooked up with Bobbies cracked out ass. "We got somethin' in common'" Yeah, crack, mufu'! Ashante looks average every time I see her next to Ja Rule...that dude looks like an angry gerbil, man. An angry gerbil with fuuuucked up teeth, maaan. Hahaha. I'm tired as hell right now, so I'm ji' lunchin'.
Oh by the way, I understand I'm utilizing the euphemism for coitus by typing "fu'", which I'm well aware of (I'm not that tired), but I'm doing so a la Akinelye. "Said I wanna fu'...Said I wanna fuuu'/ Girl would you..." Ya'll know the rest...right?
But back to Beyonce, ummm, shorty is a certified brick house. She has a seventies type of frame. Ya'll ever watched the old school movies from the seventies and notice a lot of the sistas had the flat stomachs and wide hips on some hour glass in the fish eye lens type of shit. Word, man. Look at old school Pam Grier flicks, dog. Beyonce got the throw back frame, she just got the new millennium booty to go with it. A frame like that, shorty would get hurt, y' heard?
I know Jay gotta be on his game, maine...you know that dude is doin' some foul type stuff behind closed doors with that, kinda like Fifty and Mya. How'd that happen?! You know fifty be on some, "Take this magic stick, trick!" and Mya be like, "Oh, Fifty" Pronouncin' his name and shit all proper like. Hahahaha. See, Mya was fly to me prior to Fifty. Anyone ever see The Carnival benefit concert on cable Wycleff did in Miami a few years back? Mya came out in some spandex to battle against Savion Glover with the booty about to make her fall backwards, dog. Yeah (all my Java Heads...yeeeaaaaaahh), Mya can get it two years after she leaves FIfty or vice versa. I don't want no bitter ex- man type shit involvin that cat. Aight, I've rambled long enough.
Eye Will Holla!

I don't know how they could hate so much on a classic...okay, a black cinema clasic. Shit ain't no Ben Hur or Lawrence of Arabia, but, this is classic black cinema nonetheless. Wow. Hating gets you nowhere.
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Editorial Reviews
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Richard Pryor's face is plastered all over the cover of Car Wash, but don't be fooled. This slight comedy, made in 1976, is an ensemble piece much like Robert Altman's or Alan Rudolph's all-star movies in that there are a lot of familiar faces who have relatively little screen time or business to attend to. Set in smoggy Los Angeles, the film opens with a radio announcer's voiceover, "Hey, hey, L.A. It's a brand new day." And the camera pans the street, zooming in on the Dee-Luxe Car Wash, which is owned by the ultimate cheapskate, Mr. B (Sully Boyar). In rapid succession, we're introduced to a dizzying array of characters who all work or hang out at the car wash: drag queen Lindy (Antonio Fargas), brothers Floyd and Lloyd who want to be in show business, a hip brother, an angry brother, a taxi driver (George Carlin), cashier Marsha (Melanie Mayron), and a plethora of "types" who wash, dry, and polish everything in sight while making time to make time. Car Wash doesn't do much or have a lot to say, the laughs aren't particularly original, and the actors don't have much to do save for Fargas, whose role as a drag queen was groundbreaking because the character wasn't discriminated against or killed at the end. Even Richard Pryor is wasted in his single scene as a wealthy preacher named Daddy Rich. Car Wash, which was written by mainstream director Joel Schumacher (Batman and Robin, Falling Down, The Client), is ultimately uneventful. Its revival on DVD is puzzling because it looks about as faded, dated, and undistinguished as a rusty old car. --Paula Nechak

Hmmm…you know, I still haven’t figured whether or not I’m going to reup on Babylon Songs, man. I mean, it was a dope book, but I hate marketing my own stuff. If I’m cool with you, I big you up all day, that’s just the way I am. I pub Feel No Way by Drew “Droopy” Anderson or The Evolution of an Ugly Duckling by Dana E. Crawford all day. If it’s hot, and we cool...you get love without asking. But for me to come at folks telling them how great my book is, what else am I supposed to say? Why would I sell you a book and be like, “Chapter four is kinda slow and disjointed, but it’s till alright despite all the typos…”? But alas, I am way off the subject here, really reffering to how much loot it’d cost to do another batch and possibly be done in an unsatisfactory manner. I don’t have $500 to throw away right now…but if you want to make an investment, holler at me.
As far as yesterday’s abstract vent…I don’t have a beef per se with the High School, but then again I do. I just find it interesting that something like this is being done, although it solves nothing. If anything, learning how to interact with people is a great deal of what high school is, I don’t think this helps. I will keep my personal issues outside of that comment to myself, as I just got into a big debate with a friend of mine yesterday about it. It was a very interesting conversation…we have much to talk about missy. Anyways…planning for an illpoets.com overhaul have already begun, so in a month and a half to two and a half months you should see version 3.o of illpoets.com (if all goes well and according to plan).
Stay tuned…!

Wow. Just...wow. Found this on MSN.com today. After civil rights...Assata...Malcolm...Martin...Medgar...Huey...all the unresolved issues...Abner...Amadou...this is just too much. Wow. Just wow. If this doesn't foster a separatist mentality...try to sweep shit under the rug...further stigmatize...validate...offend...Just...WOW.
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1st public gay high school set for NY

Mayor: H.S. to offer education without fear of harassment

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NEW YORK, July 28 — New York City is creating the nation’s first public high school for gays, bisexuals and transgender students.The Harvey Milk High School will enroll about 100 students and open in a newly renovated building in the fall. It is named after San Francisco’s first openly gay city supervisor, who was assassinated in 1978.

“I THINK EVERYBODY feels that it’s a good idea because some of the kids who are gays and lesbians have been constantly harassed and beaten in other schools,” Mayor Michael Bloomberg said Monday. “It lets them get an education without having to worry.”
The school is an expansion of a two-classroom public school program that began in 1984. A gay-rights youth advocacy group, the Hetrick-Martin Institute, has managed and financed the program since its inception.
The new school’s principal, William Salzman, said the school will be academically challenging and will follow mandatory English and math programs. It also will specialize in computer technology, arts and culinary arts.
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State Conservative Party Chairman Mike Long criticized the creation of the school.
“Is there a different way to teach homosexuals? Is there gay math? This is wrong,” Long said. “There’s no reason these children should be treated separately.”
The Hetrick-Martin Institute’s Web site says the school will give its students “an opportunity to obtain a secondary education in a safe and supportive environment. ... We believe that success requires the ability to respect and value the diverse human community.”

Hey fellas, ain't this just sexy as hell? I've never heard of Ava Fiore, but she could get definately get a stiff jab combo. Wow. That was crass, even for me. Wait, no...not really. Layla Ali better watch out, she ain't the only sexy boxer anymore. She looks like it'd be worth an ass whippin'...hahahahaha.
Okay, it wasn't that funny. Forgive my over exaggerations...
I'll be subscribing to King magazine with my next paycheck! After this and the Jill Jones and Gabrielle Union pictorial, I gotta subscribe, dunn.

Dog!!!!
I finally ventured out of my building after almost a year of working here; wasn't too enthused about touring around the Dupont circle area...my DC heads know what's up with that. Anyways...I went to this hot record store and copped Wyldstyle on DVD. Yeah, baby!!! The first hip hop movie ever! Finally got around to adding it to my collection. Excited to see it. Still have to get The Show. Oh, finally was able to cop Stevie Wonder's Fulfillingness' First Finale on CD....mad excited about that. Last summer I heard this song, "They Won't Go When I Go" while waiting for the lights to come up for The Colored Museum. Had never heard it before, and I have a lot of Stevie in the stash. Beautiful song, man. Resisted copping the good Sam Cooke LP, although it had "Change Gon' Come" on it. I've been lookin' for a collection with (mainly) that song and some of his other big ones on it for years, man. For those who dig Sam, they know it ain't that easy to get that song in any of his collections. Once I find it, I'm too broke to cop it...how ironic.
But wait, there's more! I...copped...The Family Guy (Season 1 & 2) on DVD!!! Those who have toured my site know that's one of my favorite shows...so I was geeked offa that one. Couldn't let that one pass. I didn't even know they had released it on DVD. I know, that over Sam Cooke?! But, I know where to get the joint, and the store had mad copies...I'm good. Sam comes home in a week or two tops. Oh!!!! Fear of a Black Hat is officially on DVD!!! I was lookin hard for this one, but it was completely off the market, so I'll be coppin' that with Sam probably. Whoo, my weekend is set, now. Lovin' it, man.
Eye Will Holla

Lil mama built like a brick house
Causing brothers to stutter
Fostering lewd and lascivious fraternizations that they often put on their mother,
Like:
“Man, I put that on my mother, I’d punish that, joe! For real, youngyin’!”
Lil mama does her thing effortlessly
Summer skirt hoola hoops around her frame trying to hold on like a bull rider striving for eight seconds
Ass so ample it divides dress slacks into hemispheres
The navel the equator
Our minds be on some lets travel south for vacation this summer
Successfully transporting male mental mindscapes to the gutter
Even gay dudes be like
“Damn!”
Every dude jealous cause that ain’t his girl…wonderin' for a split second who’s hittin' that
Cause lil mama built like a brick house
Causing even the most well spoken brother to stutter
Lil mama is so stacked
That your girl will smack you for looking her way
Just because she knows she ain’t that phat
But the sheer comedy is
Lookin’ at lil mama is worth the slap
Lil mama can make an atheist find religion
Damn near every man eying her body with X- ray vision
Listen
Lil mama built like a brick house
Causing brothers to stutter
So well put together brother’s don’t even want to discuss it because it’s already known
But do so anyway just for the sport of it
Hair stays right
Skin dark as molasses
The ass is just superb the way it cuts through the work space
Forming foul thoughts and words in the most professional mind
If she knew what dudes was thinking we’d all get jail time for sexual harassment
Got dudes shook to approach her
Cause ain’t no way you’d approach someone that fine just to ask her the time
So at a loss for words you let her pass cause you know she’s heard every line
Lil mama is dead fine and
Lil mama built like a brick house
Causing brothers to stutter
So even tho’ we can’t tell her how much we appreciate her beauty
The fellas’ll settle for talkin’ about it
Amongst each other

~inspired by this bad lil mama @ my job that I always catch from behind. Naturally, all the brothers have discussed her at some point or another...

For those of you who had problems reading the lyrics below (Bru!) to Black Star's classic joint f/ Common, "Respiration", I have included audio links to this page in three flavors, so you can sing along now if you have a Real Player (and some speakers) on your computer, which you probably do. The original version below only features Mos and most of Talib's verse (how they gon' just cut Common off like that?!), so I suggest you listen to the 1st remix, and then go cop the LP if you don't already have it (which should be like treason or something)The first remix is cool, but the beat feels a bit off, or I could just be more partial to the original I know and love. The second one I haven't heard until today, and it features The Roots' Black Thought instead of Common.
Album Version (snippet) | Remix #1 (recommended) | Remix #2

Okay, perhaps you thought I was joking earlier when I said I wanted to see the Eve picture that everybodies talkin' about...I wasn't playin, I want to see it. Seriously...who got it, man?

Okay, I got this email of Jamie Foxx clownin' Serena @ the ESPY's. Although the joint is funny, Jamie got his man! I think he used that opportunity to try to get people to take his vocal skills seriously. On the real, tho', the cat can sing his ass off...he just don't look...ya'll get the picture.
Click here to check out, "Can I Be Your Tennis Ball"

Big ups to Joi for findin' this one! For that, you get the online sing along.
Okay...
Ready...?
1...
2...
(On beat ya'll)
3...
Joi!!
(Pump it up, pump it up)
and Pain!
It's like Sunshine
(Yeah, keep it goin' now)
and rain!

Found the lyrics to one of my favorite hip hop songs online through this fan site here, figured I'd share with ya'll; after all, the lyrics are straight poetry. On another note, if you look at the reviews on this site, you'll see the one I did for illpoets.com on there...If you dig Mos at all, this is probably the best site to go to find out information about him.
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Artist: Black Star f/ Common
Album: Mos Def and Talib Kweli are Black Star
Song: Respiration
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com, mbfamily@erols.com
Minor Edits by: Lee (the Poet)

"What'd you do last night?"
"We did umm, two whole cars
It was me, Dez, and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
'All you see is..' and then you know
big, big, you know some block silver letters
that said '..crime in the city' right?"
"It just took up the whole car?"
"Yeah yeah, it was a whole car and shit..."

[spanish speaking woman] Escuchela.. la ciudad respirando
(translation of spanish: Listen to it.. the city breathing)

* woman repeats 3X *

[spanish speaking woman] Escuchela..

[Mos Def]
The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shinin, like who on top of this?
People was tusslin, arguin and bustlin
Gangstaz of Gotham hardcore hustlin
I'm wrestlin with words and ideas
My ears is pricked, seekin what will transmit
the scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
The indisputable, we New York the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber optics
where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
for profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches
Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living
is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options
No Batman and Robin, can't tell between
the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My eagle talons STAY sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin
You either make a way or stay sobbin, the Shiny Apple
is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
Spotlight to savages, NASDAQ averages
My narrative, rose to explain this existance
Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance

So much on my mind that I can't recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

[Talib Kweli]
Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps
we stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept
The beast crept through concrete jungles
communicatin with one another
And ghetto birds where waters fall
from the hydrants to the gutters
The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin
You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers
with Krylon applied pressure, cats is playin God
but havin children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
we played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull
when the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes
Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise
Look in the skies for God, what you see besides the smog
is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
Thoughts that people put in the air
Places where you could get murdered over a glare
But everything is fair
It's a paradox we call reality
So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality
Killers Born Naturally like, Mickey and Mallory
Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an NBA salary
Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing
Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin what you believe in
For trees to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be planted
I'm asking if y'all feel me AND THE CROWD LEFT ME STRANDED
My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause New York niggaz
actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
New York life type trife the Roman Empire state

[Mos Def and crew]
So much on my mind I just can't recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Yo don't the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

[spanish speaking woman] Escuchela.. respirando ??

[Common]
Yo...on The Amen, Corner I stood lookin at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it
Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I choreograph seven steps to heaven
Inhale, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
Veteran of a cold war It's Chica-I-go for
What I know or, what's known
So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home
From the crib I spend months gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
Tried to call, or at least beep the Lord, but didn't have a touch-tone
It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
Some of this land I must own
Outta the city, they want us gone
Tearin down the 'jects creatin plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my guy how he got travellin the world sound
Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown
It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep
A reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep
Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep
A reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep

[Mos Def and crew]
So much on my mind I just can't recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Yo how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Kiss the Ide's goodbye, I'm on the last train leaving

Dude, I went through some of my old poetry, man…like high school "old"...wow. Ha. I looked at that joint and I was back in high school, man. Them joints were like a time warp, cuz. They were decent for that age, but the comedy is I was honestly writing stuff that I hear grown folk say now…You know how every line rhymes, ya- di- ya- di-ya- da. Which either says I was indeed good for my age, or they just need to step their game up. Probably more of the latter. I still owe ya’ll an old joint or two in the spirit of the Java Head “Crappy Teen Poetry/Teen Angst” day that I missed. Honestly, don’t know if I feel like making an ass of myself, tho’. I mean, not like I don’t do that anyways, but it’s kinda different with this…don’t know how, it just is.
On another note, I finally got my mini digital camcorder! It came in the mail yesterday a whole day early. Which one of you poetry chicks is ready to shoot a poetry flick on some Punnany Poets type shit?! (Hey, that ji’ rhymed!) The joint is mad cool, it even takes digital pictures, although a digital camera is definitely the way to go for quality digital pictures. But, since I ain’t got a digital camera right now, guess the fuck what?! Yup, nude poetry editorials featuring your favorite women from the poetry scene fellas! Hahahahaha!
Yo, I really am excited about this camera, cause I’ve watch the price on this bad boy fluctuate for the last year and change. When you broke like me, you gotta invest in shit wisely…I’d be mad if I bought that shit last year, and then the muthafuckin’ price dropped $100 the next week like my PS2 did!
Peep, the first series was the ZR 40, 45, & 50, 50 being the most expensive. The ZR 45 met all the needs I had, but the ZR 50 was the top of the series. At the store, the ZR45 used to cost $599.00 and the ZR50 was $699.00. Eventually price shifts and drops put the ZR45 right around $450, but by that time they were scarce on the market. Didn’t cop one because I wanted to see if the joints would drop anymore, but, them joints were made obsolete when they introduced the new ZR series (the ZR 60, 65, & 70). The new ZR’s were priced like their predecessors, but I happened to look down the msn.com home page and spot the ZR65 & 70 for 25% off @ Dell.com for one day only! Now being as thorough as I am, I found the ZR65 @ macmall for $499 which is a whole c- note off. However, this sale dropped it below that to $453.25. I was already set to buy the joint for $500, as I had finally situated my money in manner to do so. But wait, the ZR70, which is top of the series, is knocked down to $524.25. So I figured, what’s $24 extra, especially when I got free shipping and handling?! I would’ve paid that roughly had I gone through macmall after they tacked on S&H fees. So yeah, now that I just bought some tapes from Rite Aid, you will most likely catch me @ Java Head filmin’ mufuckas just cause…
Aaaah, when a man gets a new toy…

Okay, I truly do believe there's a conspiracy to make Venus & Serena unattractive in the public eye. I guess many figure, "They don't play like women, so we won't let them look like women." For those that saw the ESPY's, you know that many people have talked about Serena. Now, the first thing I heard on The Russ Parr Show (a local morning radio show on 93.9) the morning after the ESPY's, was Serena and how...lovely she looked. Actually, they expounded upon the ample yet firm breasts and plushness of her booty. However, they don't have any pictures on the ESPY site reflecting what I know...Serena's body is off the hinges!!! Need proof? Look below and see how they have a picture of her looking extra diesel, then compare that with the picture next to it.

...and these.

Man I love these pictures...
I Absolutely Must Have Sex With Serena Williams!!

Good Morning World!

"My weekend"
~By: H. J. Lee Bennett, III

- I was assaulted by a wasp that wandered into my truck while I was driving. Needless to say, I stopped dead in the middle of the road fully prepared to run screaming like a little bitch. I've been stung a couple times by wasps, neither incident my fault. The first was when I was little. Some pesky little kid decided he wanted to throw rocks at this huge ass wasp nest one day at camp. Wasps don't care, they don't discriminate, a wasp doesn't create search parties to hunt down guilty parties, it just reacts on some, "Who was the ass that was throwin' shit at my nest?!" type shit. I was the unfortunate victim who was stung in the skull...that shit sounded and felt like a drill going into my head. Oh...the pain. Last summer, I was stung in the neck coming up the steps of my mom's porch when a wasp came out on some "Alright, who's the ass house runnin' up my nest?" type shit. Apparently, some wasps decided my mother's porch was as good a place as any to set up shop...or, nest, in this case.
- I was ticketed in Adams Morgan Friday night while trying to catch up with the slightly elusive poet extrordinaire, 13 of Nazareth.
- I got a haircut and saw Bad Boys II on a whim with Lynn...fuckin' loved it. Dope movie...go support/see it. They've opened the door for a franchise with this one, man. Good plot, great action, superb effects. Not to mention, Theresa Randall and Gabrielle Union, although Gabrielle is married (boooo!) :o(
- I slept like a drugged up mental patient Saturday evening, thus missing Aneesah The Wonderful's wonderful get together, and all my folks @ Urban Energy. I guess the week caught up with me, so I slept from 7:30 or so until 10 the next morning.
- Sunday, saw Charlies Angels: Full Throttle. Completely unbelievable action sequences, although, that's what they intended. Added to the charm of cheesy sleuth movies where the protaganists know every fuckin' thing. Note: Lucy Liu is indeed cross eyed, yet still sexy, although she often looks mean as hell. Demi Moore is still attractive, and Cameron Diaz looked good for the most part in the movie. However, I prefer booty on my women, which brings me back to Bad Boys II...you don't get too many looks at Theresa and Gabrielle's ass in the movie, but from previous movies like Malcolm X, Bring It On, The Brothers and Girl 6, you know they're there. Which is comfort enough for me.
Sidebar Tangent #459: Why are all the fly women on lock? Not, "I have a man" lock, but "I have a husband" lock? Gabrielle, Aisha Tyler, Angela Bassett, Halle Berre, etc. For me, I can recognize a married woman is fly, but it's nasty to me to look at 'em in that way. I need to have unfettered fantasies about Halle as I did in my youth, damnit! With all these women married, my Hollywood Hit List is looking rather slim...Hey, I'm just sayin'...

I don’t know how I feel right now. I mean, I did just come from the funeral…but it doesn’t feel like it. The whole thing seemed so surreal. Even viewing his body…didn’t seem real. It looked like a detailed copy, an imitation of the Kevin I knew. I don’t generally respond to death as most do, as it often takes a while for the depth of the situation to “sink in”. I grasp it, don’t get me wrong…but it just doesn’t click fully. It took me nearly a year to feel the effects of my grandmother passing back in ’95. I think what bothers me even more is the fact my family, step family…whom most I look at as blood, are so affected (I'm not used to that; I'm accustomed to smiles and jokes from all of them). I’m angry at what I know, but what I know ain’t necessarily the facts. Ah, I don’t know…
On top of that…my supervisor is kind of boithered by my light workload as of late. But, it’s not my fault. I have an assignment, I do it quickly and well. That’s just me, man. I don’t fake when I have work. For the most part, I play around with different software apps to learn new stuff or keep skills sharp…I could be doing much worse. I understand her position, but hey…I do my work. Okay, I’m bummin’ myself out, so I have to be bummin’ ya’ll out…I’ll holla later, aight?
BeEasy

Just found out the funeral for Kevin is today @ 11:00am. Actually, I found out last night around 9:30, but still, you get the point. Looks like I have to roll up out around 9:45 to make it to Baltimore in good time. This is taking into account that I have to stop ang get some gas for this trip, as my '93 Explorer is quite the gas guzzler. I should b able to make up the time on 95, seeing as though you can legally go 65 mph. Which means I'll do 65- 75 as long as there's no traffic. This is really going to bring me down, man. However, I feel it's proper for me to go and support family.
I'll Holla @ Ya'll L8er

Forgive my curiosity, but has anyone seen this famed picture of Eve??? Where can you find it???

Yo,
Charli Brown (no relation to the Charles Schultz) hit me with the link to this website. The sheer thought that somebody would do some shit like this...and flip it on some hot shit! Just click here to see a short text- based animation sequence of the first Matrix movie.
PS- Wouldn't it be funny if the cat who did this used the letters in this joint to spell out some subliminal shit like, "Drink your Ovaltine™"? Props to anybody outside of Lynn who can quickly identify where I got that from.

You ever have that space where you get yourself back to the normal you? For me, it was putting up the pile of clothes in my laundry basket and thoroughly cleaning my room and bathroom. Ahhh, nw that feels more like the Lee I know and love. Got a chance to do some laundry and ironing, too. All this after taking one of my nieces and nephew to the comic store to introduce them to the world I knew/know and love(d). Which was of course after I played basketball with them in my work clothes and dress shoes. Which was of course after pulling the ten hour day at work. I'm such a cool uncle. I think I could do the whole parenting thing, man. But I'm really enjoying the reality that I'm not one (and don't intend to be any time soon).
PS- Why is Off The Wall one of the dopest LP's ever made? I mean sure, Thriller sold over 40 million albums when it came out, which is utterly ridiculous...but, seriously, why is Off The Wall still better?

Step on the corner
Bitch better have my money
'fore I smack her ass

...This was inspired by a cool ass dude by the name of Dewayne who is normally dressed in B- Boy attire, but came to the venue one night straight pimpin! I don't condone men hitting women, and usually don't refer to women as bitches...she had to have earned that one, boy, I'm telling you. However, who's to say I was referring to a woman in the first place. I wrote this in 15 seconds...literally, as Meta4 is my witness! I just found it extremely funny. Take it however you want...I'm amused.

Hands grabbing around
germy fingers search for food
please take what you touch

...I wrote this at a faculty meeting. Observed how people dig through layers of food before they grab what they want. Yuck!

Blue orbs dancing 'round my eyes...
Sounds like a song lyric, huh? Some Frank Sinatra type shit, huh? Well, that's what I got right now. Ever do something completely stupid because you just aren't paying attention? Yeah? Well, I did something really stupid. Like stared into space on the elevator due to sleep and food deprivation. Only problem is, space was the same direction as the ultra bright halogen light in the ceiling of the elevator. Now, everywhere I look I get a blue orb. It's starting to wear off, tho'...I think. Bad enough I got like ten million floaters in my eye among other things, and I have to go and add on to it by inadvertantly staring into a minature sun. Very 'bright" of me...pun intended.
In other news...and let me know if you're tired of hearing about my grill stories, but...here goes anyways...
I call up to order my grub, as it's really close to the cut of time. Now, they apparentlly recognize my voice, so the grill lady (after confirming it was me) hung up on me before I could place my order. She assumed I was going to get what I always get. But ha...! See what happens when you assume?! You make an ass out of ume. Although, I don't know who ume is, tho'. I straightened it out tho'...
Nothing big...I'm done. Nothing drawn out.
What?! I hope you weren't expecting more. You see, I view my journal in the same manner many men view sex... Oh, love to do it, but sometimes don't feel like satisfying anybody but myself. But it's my journal, so there! Hope you got off, I feel great.

I see the crystal raindrops fall
And the beauty of it all
Is when the sun comes shining through

To make the rainbows in my mind
When I think of you some time
And I want to spend some time with you

(hook)
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Building sand castles in the sky

We look for love no time for tears
Wasted water is all that is
And it don't make no flowers grow

Good things might come to those who wait
Not to those who wait too late
We got to go for all we know

(hook)
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Building those castles in the sky

I hear the crystal raindrops fall
On the window down the hall
It becomes the morning dew

And darling when the morning comes
And I see the morning sun
I want to be the one with you

(hook)
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Building big castles in the sky

~ Bill Withers

Bill Withers rocks, man. I have two of his greatest hits collections, and I think that Lean on Me: The Bill Withers Story is one of my all time favorite albums for summertime rotation. Yes, over Dead Prez's first LP, Reasonable Doubt and Dah Shinin'...this joint just bangs on some true seventies soul shit. The instrumental arrangements for some of his joints are ingenious and I know, Just the Two of Us has been done and redone to death, but, the original lyrics are simply dope...even tho' the actual verses are short as hell. Bill needs to come back and drop some new shit, man. For real. On a similar note...I was listening to Grandma's Hands, and this shorty with some tight vocals by the name of Shae (Butta!) would kill that beat. "You don't know me! You don't knoooow me"

This weekend was mad awkward man. In some ways bad, and in others...not bad, but not good either. The blow of the weekend was to find out a step cousin was shot and killed up in Baltimore by what I hear was his wifes boyfriend. Okay, they were separated and as he went to drop off his son, they got into an argument. The boyfriend then comes out and shoots him multiple times. His son was there man...their son...was there. Wow, man. I'm just praying for the fam you know, everybody is real fucked up behind this. Even wilder is the fact that their family reunion was scheduled for this Friday...Ugly shit goes down in Harm City...cats are wildin' too hard up there, man. I'm still bugged out behind the drug dealers burning that family up in their house, dog. Damn...

R.I.P. ~ Kevin Shields

For those who have been wondering...I have a new story from my adventures at the grill downstairs...
Okay, so I walk in the spot to get some fruit to consume and I see there isn't any left, at least any that I want. So, I'm about to head out the spot when the lady at the register stops me.
"You didn't order?"
"No, I actually wanted some fruit, but it's gone."
"Oh, fruit...what kind?"
"Watermelon and strawberries"
"Oh, I have them get you some out the back"
Korean is spoken. The only thing I was able to make out was strawberries. I'm thinking to myself, "what did I do to get the VIP treatment?" Normally, when the food is put in the back around closing time, it stays back there. Period. Not so with these jokers. She goes in the back for like five minutes and then comes out front and puts it on the scale.
$7.33
Me: "wow...$7.33, huh?"
"$5 special for you...because you sick, okay?"
Shit...I felt I had to pay just cause she hustled to the back to get the fruit in the first place. It was a lot, a bit much actually. I copped it and said thank you before I left.
Them jokers don't play man. I came in the spot for the first time this week this morning, and ole girl was like, "You been on vacation>"
As if that is the only logical reason I could have been gone all week. Ha. It's all love tho'. Hustle like that can help you keep customers...I respect that. It ain't ass kissing, it's just being courteous. I dig that.
I'll holla.

Man...muthafuckas social skills in this city are lacking heavily. I spoke to two security guards and the cashier at Rite Aide, and all I got between the three of them was a "hi". The cashier didn't even say "have a nice day". Nasty ass heifer... That's why cats like myself are anti social...because people are too damn wrapped up in themselves to at least return a courteous "How do you do?" Aargh! Sometimes I wish I was violent, I'da pimp smacked all of 'em on GP alone, dog.

Welcome to another installment of the new Leethepoet.com exclusive tangent series (insert dramatic dun dun dun dunnn sound here):
(In your best echoish sci- fi booming voice...)You May Be Ghetto If...
People...You May Be Ghetto If...: Your primary reason for going to a funeral is for the food at the repast, especially if you bring baggies or tupperware.
(Applause and Laughter)
Thank you thank you thank you...please join us next week for another exciting and original installment of...
You May Be Ghetto If...

There's something liberating about getting to work at 6:30 in the morning. Perhaps it's getting two hours worth of a jump on your day, being ready to go while most of the work world is trudging through their homes dreading the impending rush hour traffic. Knowing that I can leave 2 hours earlier than everybody else, even tho' I often don't when I get in this early. It's time to myself, and an opportunity to get quality work done without any office interaction. Okay, so I have to be at work this early or the rush hour commute will be at least an hour and fifteen minutes when I can get here in 30 minutes any other time. So what I can't leave any later than six in the morning, or I won't get to where I'm going until 7:30 at the earliest. I've already been through the early morning sleepiness and grogginess your just starting to go through...so ha...take that! You can be here until 5:30 while I can quietly slip out at 3:30 if I want, and ain't much folks can say because I did my time. Hahahahaha.
Hmmm...I'm hungry...think I'll go to Rite Aide and grab some grub...I mean, who will know I'm gone?! Mwu hahahahahaha mwuhahahahah (Evil laugh is best done with pinky to the mouth a la Dr. Evil)

Ho hum,
It sucks to use sick leave when you're actually sick, man. I'm breaking the unspoken code of black folks with leave everywhere right now. Please ya'll, don't revoke my ghetto pass. Even tho' I'm not ghetto, I'm quite saavy in things that are indeed ghetto and cherish them deeply...even if they are...well, ghetto. My ears are a bit better, right ear is still ringing, but I still can't hear like I should be able to. All the ear infections I've had, and I've never had any hearing loss until now. THIS SUCKS!!! Imagine being in an important meeting like I was yesterday for an hour and a half and only being able to hear about 33%- 50% of what was said. I'm like a major factor in this thing we're doing, but ain't quite sure what we're doing. I mean, I can figure out the obvious, but to be on top of my game, I need to know intricate details. I'm sitting in the meeting nodding my fuckin' head like a damn yes man, trying not to bring any attention to the fact...I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!! And you know how people crack little corporate/office jokes and drop their voices because they want to be heard only by the parties present, not "the man"? Oh, there was a lot of that. I just smiled on cue because I didn't want to be saying "Huh?" every five seconds.
Why are you asking me questions in that low monotonous voice...I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!
Sheesh...can't wait til I can hear again, I will cherish it so much.
PS- If I ain't at Java Head tonite to do my teen angst poems that perhaps nobody has ever heard, someone who has Babylon Songs can at least read the two joints from the very beginning of the the book, seeing as tho' those were indeed written in high school. In which case, I'll put one or two up in the next couple of days in this good ole journal for you to scoff at...aight? You guys clown tho', and I'm writing one about you!
Peace!

Okay, for those who checked my audio blog, you know a brother had an ear infection. In fact, I still have one. Why? Oh, because the doctor I briefly mentioned in my audio blog didn't give me any frickin' antibiotics like I thought!!! Good thing I went to my doctor yesterday just to be thorough. Dog, my ear has been ringin' since Friday, so if that quack cost me any hearin' ooooh! He just gave me painkillers and a decongestant...no frickin' antibiotics to kill the damn ear infection. What typa shit is that?! Ooh, man... Anyways, glad to be back, ya'll. I was out sick on Monday and doing checkups and presrciption runs on Tuesday, hence no journal entries as of late. Once I get caught up @ work, I'll try to holla back, aight?
One.

audblog audio post

Big ups go out to For'Nique and Detrea for the love on the Book Reviews/ Message/Bored antics. For'Nique, you are silly as hell...
What? You didn't know that you could review my books online @ my site?! Word??? Well, here's your shot, click here and you can do an online book review. I just ask that you be honest if you do it.
Peace&Ease,

I need ya'll to pray for me. All of a sudden I'm sick and what not, sore throat n'all. This joint ji' came out of nowhere and I'm trusting it'll return there as fast as it came. Needin' ya'll prayers because I'm about to do a caravan- style family trip down south for our family reunion. I have absolutely no desire to be sick on a road trip or during an event such as this. Dude, I ain't been sick all year...so in fact, I don't even claim this sickness. Pray for me and mine anyways, though, okay?
One.

What’s up folks? Sure, I bet some of you are thinkin’, “damn, this dude Lee has been awful slim with the journal entries lately”. True indeed. But, that’s because, rather than bore you with mediocrity, I choose to deliver ya’ll shit to tickle the funny bone or provoke thought. Haven’t really been feelin’ too prolific lately, which is wild because I ain’t prolific anyways. However, I figured I’d ramble a bit and let you know what’s been on my mind lately...

1. Babylon Songs- Awesome book penned by me. Not saying that to sound conceited or to drum up business, just truly feel that way about the joint. The dilemma is, I don’t know whether or not I’m going to do another set any time soon. Why? Well, to cook up 50 books meant I had to fork over $435 bones, and that ain’t nothin’ to sneeze at. The reason it was so much is because the book is a good 170+ pages and the main reason is the cover is in color. The cover itself cost $130 to print up which is outrageous when you think about the fact anybody would have the audacity to charge somebody $130 for 50 sheets of paper. Alas, I did it because it was a labor of love and I didn’t want to compromise on my vision. The charging folks $15 bones was mandatory because to sell it hand to hand for $10 would mean I would have to sell all 50 books just to turn a $65 profit. Ridiculous. Therefore, I had to sell it for $15, which is actually the sale price, just like Meta/for You. The thing was, with Meta/for You I was giving folks the good $5 discount off the hand to hand business because I ain’t greedy, and it sounds and feels good to say and do…”On- ly 10 Do- llars?! $15 for the book in the store minus 40% the stores take, is less than $10 hand to hand anyway, so then you have to deliberate: Store is generally a wider potential market, but hand to hand is more lucrative and personal.
In all honesty, I hate marketing my own shit…if I had a distribution deal and I fucked with you like that, I’d probably slip you a book. Although, I feel ya folks should be the first to support ya ass, not ask for a hookup (I’m feelin’ ya For’Nique), but that’s another subject.
Sidebar Tangent #1: I just feel that if ya boy is selling something, you should support him if that’s ya man. If ya’ll cool, then hey, that’s at your discretion. You shouldn’t be askin for a hookup or price cut, because that’s ya man (or ya girl ?). In fact, if it’s ya girl or ya man, chances are they know your financial status anyway. I just think it’s better for them to suggest giving you a break or a freebie, than you askin’…but that’s Lee the Artist speaking, there.
So, anyways…here I am with a really dope book in venues where folks buy CD’s for $10. It’s a hard road to go, but everybody who has copped that book and actually read it frickin’ loves it, man. The irony is, with the suspect printing f the first batch, and the free copies I gave away on some “I think they need to read this” type shit, I still am in the hole something terrible. It’s just really hard to do something really dope, and everybody sleep on it. Like, I was a bit salty when I dropped Meta/for You and heads slept, but this is different. This time I know this is a dope book, I just don’t feel it’s a dope book. This must be how Jay Z felt when he did Reasonable Doubt, man. I ain’t tryin’ to be no Vincent Van Gogh, y’heard? I blow up after I’m gone, na’ buddy!
Sidebar Tangent #2: Oh, back to the free thing…if you did get a free book from me and actually had the decency to read it, please click here and do an honest book review.

2. Family Reunion- Yep, like most black families…time around the 4th of You Lie (July) is family reunion time. I’m really happy because my family has been struggling to get back to this type of yearly celebration since my grandmother passed back in ’95. This to me is the real deal. The last couple of reunions were basically test runs. But we’re getting together to do this whole migration thing down south and everything, so I’m really frickin’ happy about that. One way or the other, this will be a memorable trip. I wish I had a laptop so I could post blogs on the road, man… The road trip alone is going to be hilarious, cuz.

3. My Venue Behavior- Okay, some may have noticed I have been extra silly in venues like Java Head and Urban Energy. For the record, part of that’s just how I am, and part od that is social anxiety. I don’t do well with a bunch of people sometimes…I’m anti- social. Yep, believe it or not it’s true. So, understand that I do act a bit extra sometimes because I don’t want to be moody towards anyone if they don’t deserve it. It’s just a little weird when I come into spots now and people announce me like I’m on the red carpet and shit like that. Don’t sleep, I recognize it’s love and I truly appreciate it…it’s just sometimes I feel awkward because of it. I don’t know, people say, “Hey, it’s Lee the Poet!” (which lunches me out) and I almost feel like I gotta break out into a jig or something. Now, not askin’ anybody to change their get down, do you, just letting you know that I’m just stuck trying to adjust sometimes. Granted, sometimes I’m just being a silly mu’fucka and you happened to just be there. I’m not responsible for my actions if Femi, Sir Reigns, or Metaphor are present. They are well versed in bringing the fool outta me. Oh, and King Cipher, simply because he thinks he can crack jokes on my level…
Sidebar Tangent #3: Here’s a little secret about a lot of Virgo’s…we hate to receive attention for shit we didn’t really do, or to be put on blast “Just because”. We do love the meaning behind it, but it often makes us uncomfortable. However, WE HATE, when we do some shit and someone else gets credited for it….Virgo pet peeve…we’re weird that way. Sometimes it’s better to quietly acknowledge us than to overtly do so and get us in a tizzy…but, even I don’t know when some of those times are, so there.
4. CD’s @ Venues- Okay, I’ma make this one short! Fuck CD’s!!! Why? Well, because some jokers will sell you CD’s for $5 with one track on them and not tell you. Shit, I’m the type to support…a rare breed I admit, but don’t try and get me, you fucker you! Other joker will sell you a CD for $7 when less than a week ago they were $5. Let’s not mention that I told them all th spots to go to sell their shit, or the fact both CD’s mentioned were burned off a computer. Why sell somebody something you didn’t put your all into. Bad business. Oh, and that $7 CD only had 3 tracks on it fucker. That shit is something to make me not want to know or support your ass. We shook hands, I try to show you love…and that’s how you do it. You’re shit ain’t even a maxi single and you sellin’ it for how much?!
Oh, the latest kicker is this cat who sold me a joint I borrowed $10 bones from the big homie Bru to cop. We both copped it because we wanted this one song this cat performed, which he assured both of us was on there. That song was not on there. The CD was alright from what I heard, tho’ Track 14 was dope, so at least he has a CD’s worth of material, but damn. Business etiquette. No love unless you my folks, man. Fuck that…shiiiiiiiiiiiit!
So there ya’ll go…hope that makes up for some of my lackluster blogs and the fact I may not be blogging after Wednesday until next Monday. Still love ya’ll like play cousins, tho’
Eye Will Holla