Magdalena O!

I like when my friends send me txt poems:

Magda cat in a
magda hat is not
magda fat laying on
a magda mat
- Jul 9, 6:26 pm

The day after my entry about asking for summer, it came. Sometimes I am really good at getting what I want.

Today was almost just like last summer and that makes me feel really at ease with everything. I am not good with change. Right now I have some pot in front of me and records ready to be played. Before getting home, I was working at our annual special foodie community event at work. That meant playing with Hazel, the cutest baby on the face of the earth and suspending my disbelief pretending to be her mom while we ran around causing ruckus and feeding each other strawberries and melting raw chocolate in our hands. It also meant getting free food and getting drunk (even one beer makes me goopy) on local microbrewery beer. It’s summer when I’m biking home tipsy late at night and the heat is riding up my neck. It’s summer when I’m imagining having a lover who lives close to me so I can bike over to his house and drink more until we both pass out inside each other and I wake up only to go to work the next day wearing the same outfit sporting nappy hair.

Download this, dance around your room, imagine sticky cum spread all over your collarbone and be happy. It’s my newest obsession and it should be yours: Crazy Cousinz.

To love another is something
like prayer and it can’t be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

- “Admonitions to a Special Person”

I am stuffing your mouth with your
promises and watching
you vomit them out upon my face
- “Killing the Love”

Where is the summer? When is it coming?

Riding around late nights with the heat on my back. Racing down streets, tipsy and stoned, laughing, pretending to be falling all over the place. Falling all over myself. All this year has given me is rain and cool weather. How can I go meet my friends at 1 in the morning when it’s so cold and dark. I have memories of waking up in the morning after being out til 5am and taking tokes from my pipe to start the day. Riding down the hill to work only to finish by the afternoon to do it all again. The sunshine made it all possible, made the energy appear in places you’d least expect it. We’d search for empty courts and play basketball and pass out with our sweat sticking to the grass. There was no worries, there was just proof of youth.

I’ll be waiting inside listening to Ohbijou.

November 4, 2006 (a spoken word piece not fully done and inspired by an experience Safia told me about)

I’m sick of all those bitches that
befriend me because I’m dating a
producer.

I’m tired of those bitches talking to
me because my friends are DJ’s.

Don’t show up at my house because
he’s there,
when I know you only care
for him to acknowledge your existence

without any resistance,

because you worked so hard for that
name, so it can roll off his tongue
like he means it.

You want to do what?
PR? A & R? What is that?
PR so you can play red-hot
A&R so you can audition for that raree show

The acronyms mean nothing when
you’re sleeping with them.

How hard is it for us women to be
taken seriously?
So we have these bitches trying to
run things in ways that fuck it up
for us all.

Public Relations is relating to the
audience not his dick.
Public relations doesn’t reek of the
desperation – you put off and everyone
smells it. Please take a second to
note that the words here are dope &
your roast beef pussy can’t compare to
the love I got for mine, yeah I wouldn’t
sell it for a dime-
bag, so you always have weed around in
case the boys come through for
“a joint to finish off the night.”

You all know this.

Leaving comments on MySpace like
you shared something secret for the
public to read,
it’s whack, you know it – we all know
it.
But enlighten us please, how
you do it with such ease.
The game, the time, how you ever gonna
find yourself when you’re busy looking for
others.

How can you know yourself, when
you’re too busy trying to know everyone
else.
But no one knows you – because no
one cares. Try it real next lifetime, it works
better that way.

Cos when I die at least I knew I was
fly.