(Missing) Michigan, Where there is a lot of Water (ppiiicccheas beeeccheasss)

wait wait..
thats boring if i just plop them on here. lets tell a story shall we..

Once upon a time...

two girls from Dartmouth set out on a journey (dundundundun)
trekking through the tundra of the newest hampshires they ended up on a bus in boston...


it was dark and the travel was difficult
but there was lots of great convo..
and pretty colors
through..
the newest of yorks
and
cleve of lands
and tolls of ledo
haha
wtf?
lmao..

(uwwww....ahhhh...purty..bosty)

SOME HOW.
through it all.
specifically with the help of a goddess sculpture in a fish filet box
they made it

(yes... um Aimee def has a Tara, beautiful Bodhisattva in the box...yea. i know.. i dont know why she likes me either...when people too bomb for their own good love me i just sit by and take it and hope they never become the wiser..and yes.those glasses are actually broken..foreal and actually taped. you cant fake that..lol. it was def the talk of the visit like people thought she was just being a bootyclown lol.. booty clown is assclowns lil sister..lol. ade taught me that word...assclown.hahahaa.haha.HA!
man vocabulary is good. okay.. back to aimee.,
people thought she was just being an assbootyclown and taping her glasses)

side note:
Aimee le also specializes in wearing coool boots and "artsyfartsy i am an artist but im cool and not a d-wad see" pictures(see below)
(man aimee put me on the word d-wad lol..waid d-bag? watevers.. vocabulary..good)











okay back to our story..
wow...
im ACTUALLY RIDICULOUS..

the two girls..
they made it safely.
saw poetry n'shit/
it was good

hahah.

real good.
damn thats an UGLEEEEEEEEE picture of me lmao








>>yea. that type of good>

are these my bedroom eyes?...
dear God i hope not
lmao









ME AND aimee...
we take sexy pictures.

PLURAL.
homie
lol

OH man oh boy..
these pictures are making me so happy right now
lmao..
is this inappropro..who said that..
ew.
aimee was using that word.. and now i am
wtf
where'd that come from. lmao.
EW!

i need some sexy to wash that off..



aww. she's so cute..
ALL BETTER. =]
lol
there is a REALLLLLLY EMBARRASSING picture i skipped .. see.. i do have an appropriateness gauge.. or maybe i dont since i mentioned it lol.




im too sexy for my homemade

AAE clothing



(.coming soon-godwilling.)

printfabric suspenders.



...yes..
i know my self obessession is a wee bit unhealthy....sighhhhh
and
moving on..













THAT SQUIRREL IS ACTUALLY NAMED KING COBRA
DONT TRUST HIM!!!
HE IS
A FLYING
EVVIIILL
WOMBAT
CREATURE THING
THE LARGEST SQUIRELL I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE!!!


you can't even tell how big he is tho lmao.
wtf
he was mad large doe.
homie
fucking huge
it would been appropriate to place him in the lil tale here as the dragon or something.. the obstacle to conquer for freedom
yea.
the fucking evil squirrel dragon man..
lol
BIG ASS FUCKING SQUIRREL
so uneccessary
i mean..
i dont usually take my time talking to God about squirrelss.(got more pressing issues haaa.)
but i do kinda wanna ask him
why
WHY
WHY
why a squirrel that bigg..
yesshabeesh
LOOKING LIKE A FURRY ELAPHANT.
yahweh

i mean YHWH
..right
....
ooooooooooooooooooooookayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

LOL.

huthutkingtutut.
a nice series of annoyance just to rap this shit up.. hmm shall well..
blllrrp.

if my camera farted all over this blog with most of my pics from michigan it would sound like that...
blllllrp..
like
madd base in it..
you gotta hear it homes.
like
use your fucking imagicicantion. so i just meant to write imagination just then. but imagicinatioin.....hommiee... tell me thats not dope..
good accident.

word.
i mean.
bllrrp.
and the fart would smell like this...



burrrmmbuurrmp.






this is when i realized there was a lot of water








i shouldnthavegottenthisdrinkishouldnthavegottenthisdrinkishouldnthavegottenthisdrink


nightnight (in) connecticut.






yes..
smell.
...
with your eyes.
=]
wooooooooooooooooooow murk.

Wahid.

(But I can't)

Knowing
you are here
Now

Remembers
you were gone
once.

Lauren Whitehead

as promised (sortof)

Silly Murktarat you shouldn't post a poem out a chatbook
...whoops
a certain someone ehemehem verified that fear for me ;) so um no
black girl manifesto that happens to be earthshatteringly bomb

but look for it
search for it
find it



'for those who want to know what it feels like to be this blk chick'

i could do a shameless plugg for the bomb bombbomb poetry circle of Michigan
and say just buy the chapbook its in that happens to have the amazingness of Kevin Coval and RogerBonairAgard in it tooo...
scccccchhhwoord. how do you spell scchoowword. schword.?
whatever.

here.
preetty.
look.
...whoops. CROCH.CROACH. wait wtf.. sp? CROTCCH
lol.
crotch
but thats the only pic i have of the book.
3.hole.bunch
homess.

YEA. me in the airport .. i think the BWI (home ;'{ )
being ridiculous..
mmmhmmmmm

kk.
aiite
but.
i have

whiplash

here...
for you...
like
i said
perhaps the bombdest 'green' piece i ever did seees
SON.

WHIPLASH BY LAUREN WHITHEAD





told you.

Wahid (one).

call me 29? on the 29th

not even knowing what type of bullshit im on right now or was right then.. ohhh is that a disclaimer.. whooops

This morning you drew blood

You have been here so many times

that there are no veins left

No one asks you how that is

He goes for your wrist

and strikes a nerve in your forefinger

drawing on callous

and ignorance

No one asks you if you are a writer

the only offense a broken nerve in a forefinger evokes for you

in the millisecond it takes to process the pain is

you unwilling to stand the thought of not being able to hold your lover's hand

This morning you drew blood

with no idea how many times I've been here

Do you wonder why there are no veins left

What are you looking for

and Why doesn't it occur to you

that I am a writer,

creator,

maker,

lover,

that I too draw blood.

Do you have any idea what I do with these hands

and I want to

Will you be a stand in my nerves aren't weak

but this one is

and I struggle at the art of a deceivingly weak capture

The type of grasp that can only be held

by a woman with purpose,

holds the hand her lover,

even if only regrettably hands

the emotions tied to the title.

This morning you drew blood

and leave

you draw blood and left,

and always leave.

And when you come back,
which I know you will,
(cuz you always do)

There will be still

more blood for you to steal,

more nerves for you to break

Leaving Michigan, Where There is a Lot of Water.

Day One

I don’t know where it started or when but if the feeling counts it was a lot longer than 24 hours and was either my two-day-feeling trip into Toledo, ohio or the event that evening that my trip was supposedly for. Essentially, the trip was the longest buts shortest feeling, thank God for good company. I left Dartmouth on the 11^th was in Boston the same day (thanks mom). took a bus that went from boston to new york, new york to Cleveland and from Cleveland to Toledo and with an onward route to Chicago that I was incredibly tempted to take with good knowledge that I had no where to stay in the city but a classmates’.. actually a home girl’s figuratively and literally, and that it would take four more hours. OH! and that it was illegal and not what I left boston thinking of. One hour and drive later…ann arbor, Michigan.

a knockout nap and some visual SBApowpowpow’s later. studded. PIMP.

(aka. my dude i looked dumb fly. DUH!.. ill post some pictures later)

I’m at poetry night Kevin Coval, Roger Bonair Agard and Lauren Whitehead fixed me. sometimes in growing we don’t get water we shed it. Something was happening that night at least, don’t ask what, I couldn’t tell you. Aint wasn’t no body crying like no lil beeetch doe ;) hahaha. it was a lot more than that a lot less. a lot less heavier.. a lot of growing

and just plain and simple and just good.

1. Kevin Coval is the shit

(but) because of my obsessive nature, infatuation for nice looking things, and great artists… I’m not allowed to talk about him…blah blah (embarrassment) BLAH.

2. Roger Bonair Agard. who I have been obsessively in love with for the past iounno how many months but several. I am also not allowed to talk about for the same reasons.

WHOOPS.

3. Lauren Whitehead. makes me happy.

definitely spit a black girl manifesto which I had never heard.

For those who want to know what It feels like to be this blk chick (will post)

AND

Whiplash

which is perhaps one of the best “green” pieces that I have ever heard and oh so much more.

um. fuhrealfuhrealdoe.

she just hella bomb.

periodHOMES.

that night KIIIIIIICKN’ IT was good.

I was in Michigan for 6 days or something.. okay. 5? if I can count? oh damn actually I must have left new England on the 10^th not the 11^th .. so yea. 6 if you count today which is when I left. NEVERTHELESS . that is way too many days to account for in detail

important parts.

Aimee le.

Aimee le.

Water (of the un-outwardly expressed salt bearing as well as fresh kind)

the word homie (thanks to my obsessive nature)

^ REPEAT. REPEAT. REPEAT (for the past two weeks in fact)

Boldness (Mama Le.)

Renewal (Mama Le.)

Compassion (Mama Le.)

and faultiness at times

(Me.)

the DIA

the DIA Avedon photography exhibit. hellla replenishing and fueling.

grants new obsessions.

1. China Machado

2. Gloria (some of my features are proof Adam and eve were West African) Vanderbilt

(bayad one ... i can't find the specific picture)

3. BOMB BOMB BOMB BOMB model I can’t remember but will..hopefully, eventually.

oh and DOVIMA!

DOVIMA! DOVIMA!DOVIMA!

agh.

FEAST your eyes.

moral of the story:

Richard Avedon.ummmm.theSHIT

(very aware that they may possibly have some problematic histories surrounding images. minorities, fashion blah blah blah and these models that I am yet to be aware of but I don’t really care right now.. HERMMMM. thank yOUuuuuu)

i wish I could remember all the models. this exhibit was like a big YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS! IN A sea of =/-ness.

(lol. the day started off slow)

4. new sketches in my book HOMEBRO!

cuz now I remember that there was a time that clothes were better and that I like time traveling and being in the wrong time at the right time and shit and anachronism so some shat needs to go down when me and my baby meet up again (yes, that was a reference to my sewing machine)..fucking foul. just wack. I know.

ahh blogging…

this is actually a pre-blog which may be pathetic .. I have no internet here ta BW (OMFG IM HOME FOR ONCE) I AIRPORT (forgot how beautiful the black people in DC are) and am gonna post this when I get to mamma dukes house this evening(maybe)

but ohh.. yea. ..

ahhh.

blogging..

the tele communication.. that forces the constant question… WHO THE FUCK ACTUALLY LISTENS TO(ME)/ READS THIS SHIT.

people in ann arbor are lovely…or like-ly ahahha, its good company.

poetry scene prally the most functional I have been exposed to in its natural homestead-ish state. Actually definitely the most positive I have been able to be truly involved with.. is that the word….

word.

my last day (yesterday)

I founda love for hafiz and subsequently rumi that is/will surely prove to be important…/significant

i hope to go back cuz I always need a good place to run away to./seem to be losing places to run away from. ha. whoops. I mean escape. I mean free myself with?

brummmpp. (random clash of onomatopoeia… quite frequent where my people, aka. ME and me alone, are from)

ummmhmmmmm.

….why does it feel like I said a lot of nothing, a whole lot of nothing I actually wanted to say….

someone(s) once told me my train of thought is nonsensical.

but hells everything has a pattern even if the pattern is that there is no pattern

I fucks wit it.

Ill blog about something that actually matters soon. maybe the things that matter that I skipped over, re-blog about them in greater detail. HA! plan.

here is some Hafiz.

fo dat ass,

Son

Homie.

Homie,

HOMIE.

(had to get that out)

The Sun Never Says

Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth,
"You owe Me."

Look what happens with
A love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky.

Love.Word

Remember One

Wahid

Best (not) love song. Mos def lyrically beastly

If you are to fall in love
Then where should you stand to begin with?
And when the falling's done
How bad should you plan to get injured?
And if you land on your feet
Do it count as a fall or a jump?
And do it feel like a fall
When the hands that pushed you were holding you up?

....I'm mad that when I heard the line

"Your back in the scene where your sweet dreams are so true"

I thought he said

"you're back in the scene where your sweet dreams sold you"

but of course

Hartford... Meh.

Um.
I'm still taking pictures of things that "don't matter"
So sue me!












...architecture in Connecticut is... bomb.

The images below being in my life are why I... Murktarat Yussuff deserve an SLR camera. just saying

oy dios. you cant see how bomb the visuals in this staircase are. subtracting the fact that i had a 10 year love affair with this shade of blue. the colors are just beautiful. SEE. i needa fucking CANON! (the legit un dinky one I have now) s'all good. Plottin'

Things that 'Don't Matter'

abandoned diners and graffiti-ed trucks

Things that really 'don't matter

Cohluh's

N' Shit.

Hartford. I don't like you.. I don't like you... I do not LIKE YOU and I didn't just actually write love by accident and erase it.damn...we are going to have quite an 'interesting' relationship.