I only write when I'm inspired to. I write about music, and stuff, i use a lot of similes and metaphors. i vent, i rant, i sing, i dance. you should too.
i just watched Paris je t'aime and it was beautiful. i totally "girl'd out" tonight but hey i had a blast. got in touch with my sensitive side, had a little choked up cry once or twice or thrice and it was amazing
check it out..without subtitles just watching the trailer again gets me a little choked up
.. next on my list is, of course, New York i love you.. looks pretty dope.. not as good as in french though
Paris je T'aime made me fall back in love with love.. I've dismissed love.. put it away on a shelf somewhere with my other kids toys it lost it's credibility, made itself look foolish, didn't give me what i wanted. wouldn't let me bend the rules, every harness i tried to put around it before i brought it out would find a way to slip off....
but sometimes you gotta let love run free.. let it take you for a ride. like any ride in life it's not necessarily gona take you where you want to go or go there at the speed you'd like it to go.. but hey at least you went on the journey. and the journey and what you learned on it is what counts. maybe all it took was one sappy chick flick romantic comedy/drama
but hey ... now i'm down for creating my own little love vignette...
i just tickled some buddha, puffed some power, puffed a piff, played with some wizard sticks, smoked some buddha, smoked some truth, smoked a doob, killed a J, lit the effiel tower, made a baguette, burned a french one, got wined and cheessed, made a berret ... and now i'm going to watch Paris Je T'aime...
dance strange octopus glory arms wiggling out back humped head tilted smiling. slow motion motions moving about like an epileptic panther ratatat wildcat claws out mouthing a silent shout hair done outfit did at the rave feeling brave owning your space eyes shut mind open seeing with your ears hearing with your hands swimming sweaty river of bodies indestructible your hands are snakes moving through the tall grass turning into plants search for sun feet kicking back stallions front darting foxes booty shaking shakira aint got shit spreading musical butter on invisible pieces of bread and all the boys and girls are hungry spinning around mary go! twirling Russian dancers tornado sucking up all in your path blowing people away stop. smile. arms rock em sock em robots stand straight tip toe strain for the explosion swerve on cue Carlton fresh and your a prince snapping your fingers midnight beetles click click click strut your stuff march the London guard loosing their beaver hats trying to keep up. pumping your arms crazy chicken dance . pump harder you'll fly away. pump that chest gorilla alpha male puckered lips inviting confrontation, jungle boy swimming through leaves ducking under branches eyes curious find the clearing native american's never fearing hopping bunnies from the wolf clan screaming ancestral calls and you know the dj can hear you stamping the ground threatening the world to provide a better bass you wont settle for less headdress impressive head of hair clan leo and i'm a libra always balanced "how can he get so low on his tippy toes" and she wants to seduce ya hair long Medusa's snakes got rhythm, dance floor face guard visor hair throwing it back king lion hear me roar head wiggling like your missing screws Frankenstein head bump bump up arms out hands limp flick them out like it's money and your making it rain old big mama's black as Africa running in long dresses flick those hands and feat big mama legs sink cement straight unmoving pint sized friends come to dance high five those little guys banging that gang lazer hands burning man virgin island dj every day he makes a grand outsourcing his dance moves dance floor kung fu and my styles ancient professional friends find it taboo BUT YOU CAN'T SEEE MEEEE tecktonic's gay i invented it and i stole it from a decade creating arm windmills the 90's filling copyright claims Madonna stole vougeing Brazilian fags screaming raptors white guys break dancing black furious fighting found krump somethign that was theirs but shit i beat a black girl krumping and i'm as white as taxes "how can he get so low on his tippy toes" the dance floor is a place for modern tribal warfare come prepared come to sweat show me what you got but don't compromise you art you can even dance like an old fart if you go style let your emotion out it will guide you about and don't forget to smile there are no bad dancers just people who judge and this is all for fun creating your own prize and you always get first place this is your own motivational video i'm here for me here to express nothing will get repressed sweating out the stress and you guys are the best
"oh shit am i in the right line?" "ohh ok so this is the elite line... sorry i'm looking for above average" "no ya i know i don't belong here" " i'll just make my way over there to the other line" "oh i can go to the back of THIS line? really? ..nah i rlly should bump down to above average.. well if you think i should be here then I'm honored dude." " ya ya i know BACK of the line" "still honored .. see you insideeee"
This place in Uzbekistan is called by locals “The Door to Hell”. It is situated near the small town of Darvaz. The story of this place lasts already for 35 years. Once the geologists were drilling for gas. Then suddenly during the drilling they have found an underground cavern, it was so big that all the drilling site with all the equipment and camps got deep deep under the ground. None dared to go down there because the cavern was filled with gas. So they ignited it so that no poisonous gas could come out of the hole, and since then, it’s burning, already for 35 years without any pause. Nobody knows how many tons of excellent gas has been burned for all those years but it just seems to be infinite there.
we swim in smiles build houses made of hugs dance to laughter and try our best to make everyone feel special Madi Diaz - I know I know
you black hair midnight bass swimming in ink only too drown in the pools of yours eyes cocks a barking salivating for faboulessness and boy do they want a bone
My New Years outfit still smells like that girl who was too high on MDMA to realize that i wasn't German and no i don't like grinding and I'd rather dance alone and ride the spinning pink double bed on the dance floor then go home with her but she was young and pretty apple pie American blond hair and all, eyes sparkling with invitations body tingling with euphoria, rubbing against mine like canines and i'm a sucker for attention. what guy doesn't like them blond and busty and me to overwhelmed by the lights and the sounds to make decisions so you grabbed my hand and led me out of the warehouse to go to yours only to find out you live in a dorm and realizing that in America you are NOT legal, cramped in a metro with thousands of people i don't know going somewhere i've never been with a girl i just met but knew nothing about and i tried to speak but it wasn't only the cat who had my tongue, it had been corroded away by substances i had ingested. we were both pumped with adrenaline for different reason, i was confused and tripping balls you were anxious to go down on mine because hey baby you just picked up an older Canadian guy who's a model and has the nicest hair you've seen and just look at what he's wearing; multi colored spandex leggings and a tank top that would put biblical Joseph to shame, Nav'i war paint adorned my face making me seem more and more like something out of greek mythology and like Dionysian this evening was about excess , my consciousness drowning in doses and trying so hard to come up for air and explain who i am where i'm from what my goals are in life and what my parents are like but all i could say were nonsensical sentences that's started with "soo umm" and ended with "that's cool" quite the catch but this fish was fried. i tried to explain but all i could do was hold your hand and put one foot in front of the other. we arrived at some otherworldly campus full of painted trees and metal sculptures .. trying hard to place my reality, was this real? a security guard asleep, a set of stairs and unmarked door , 3 beds in one room a south American boy with a 4 foot bong in its own case, his eyes became Asian, as he played that glass flute like this was an orchestra and i had been brought hear to play, i was looking at drew trying to communicate with him in french but his bilingualism was melting like Dali clocks, both trying to regain our vernacular. we need a plan because things we falling apart, this no longer was a double date but a third wheel on a unicycle on the path to hell. oh boy did we want to get out mustering all the sobriety i had left and stating that we HAD to leave and you said please i said another time, we both knew we would never see each other again i wrote my name on a paper kissed you goodnight and bounced the fuck out of there like a closet full of dodge balls we got out of the dorm back into the playground of the strange a smile finally touching our lips because we realized that the trees were not painted and now we could finally go home. hailed a stereotype and he drove us over the Brooklyn bridge speaking of languages and racism and as i looked at the big apple i was satisfied that i had taken a bite that was a little to big to swallow and it was worth it letting it's acidity flow down my throat.
