tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243811.post6899116845003248059..comments2023-11-05T05:17:45.320-05:00Comments on Model Minority "Thugs, Feminists and Boom Bap": The Bridge Haunts Me: My Biggie WarsM.Dot.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05113752779973426025noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243811.post-12490333246084738442007-09-02T16:20:00.000-04:002007-09-02T16:20:00.000-04:00Im on now.Remember when you usta always tell me to...Im on now.<BR/>Remember when you usta always tell me to get it and I was like...ummm nawwww...I finally broke down and got it.<BR/><BR/>LOVE that shit.<BR/><BR/>They need to figure out a widget that allows us to do it on the site in real time.<BR/><BR/>Like four or five of us. HOT!<BR/>****Emails homie who is a google engineer.M.Dot.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05113752779973426025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243811.post-30459343825602680622007-09-02T16:04:00.000-04:002007-09-02T16:04:00.000-04:00Even if I don't see your curly haired angel until ...<I>Even if I don't see your curly haired angel until he is 10:(</I><BR/>===<BR/><BR/>i'm not sure how much of an angel he is now...his terrible 2s is kickin in kinda early, yo & he's driving me insane! <BR/><BR/>(oh, and his hair is bought fall victim to the CHOP!)<BR/><BR/>oh oh...and u need to get on aim sometime, yo.the prisoner's wifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11160398635149797677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243811.post-57632435805671322422007-09-02T00:43:00.000-04:002007-09-02T00:43:00.000-04:00She looked like... Nia Long.=====Say word.Word.N*g...She looked like... Nia Long.<BR/>=====<BR/><BR/>Say word.<BR/>Word.<BR/>N*gga you heard.<BR/>Its like a feen with a queen and he catches a bird.<BR/>~Q-Tip<BR/><BR/>Then she cut her hair. She looked like my BM. Which moves us to the next question...<BR/><BR/>Made you feel like you saw a ghost?<BR/>========<BR/>You baggin bad jawns like that?<BR/><BR/>Swag duly noted.<BR/><BR/>Talking to the Virgo, seeing her have damn near the same mannerisms as the BM. That scared me. Same high school stats, same occupation, same height, everything.<BR/>========<BR/>Why you f*cking w/ repeats.<BR/><BR/>If I gets me a baldie.<BR/>Then I want a jawn w/ waves.<BR/>Last one tall.<BR/>Next = short.<BR/>Last = Chocolate.<BR/>Next= Almond.<BR/>Last= Muscle man<BR/>Next= Pudgy center:)<BR/><BR/>DIVERSIFY n*gga or you gone mess around and call her the WRONG NAME AT THE WRONG TIME....that IS if you have already done it.M.Dot.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05113752779973426025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243811.post-9799578601005178182007-09-02T00:00:00.000-04:002007-09-02T00:00:00.000-04:00i never got sick of that...all the promise & the d...i never got sick of that...all the promise & the dreams. living and hustling and loving (in) the city. <BR/>=======<BR/><BR/>Its like that heart the pumps beneath the city is a mainline into our ambitious little dreams.<BR/><BR/><BR/>everytime i go back i wonder if i have failed. given up on my artist/writer self to just "make it" cuz i have a kid. i wonder if i have somehow become complacent & stopped taking risks, and stopped dreaming,<BR/>=======<BR/><BR/>Blood.<BR/>Stop.<BR/>I miss you.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>(didn't mean to type up a whole entry to your blog...but i understand..lol). <BR/>=====<BR/>never.<BR/>Ever. Apologize for writing here.<BR/><BR/>I have always encouraged you to write and I always will.<BR/><BR/>Even if I don't see your curly haired angel until he is 10:(<BR/><BR/>~Super love, I feel you- Muah!M.Dot.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05113752779973426025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243811.post-2968121080961364672007-08-31T22:01:00.000-04:002007-08-31T22:01:00.000-04:00When was the last time something startled you?====...When was the last time something startled you?<BR/>==============<BR/>The first time I met the Virgo. She looked like... Nia Long. And that startled me, seeing as I have a 17+ year crush on old girl.<BR/><BR/>Then she cut her hair. She looked like my BM. Which moves us to the next question...<BR/><BR/>Made you feel like you saw a ghost?<BR/>=================<BR/>Talking to the Virgo, seeing her have damn near the same mannerisms as the BM. That scared me. Same high school stats, same occupation, same height, everything.<BR/><BR/>Took you back to the past when you weren't ready?<BR/>================<BR/>Last night, listening to I Wonder by 'Ye. Took me back to that recent pain, and that past pain that I thought I gotten rid of.<BR/><BR/>*sigh*<BR/><BR/><BR/>Oh well. Today is a new day.She Hate Mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07934970152588461352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243811.post-26674335663547498472007-08-31T21:19:00.000-04:002007-08-31T21:19:00.000-04:00get outta my head, yo.i think i had a similar reac...get outta my head, yo.<BR/><BR/>i think i had a similar reaction to seeing it when i was in ny a few weeks ago. for my, bklyn as a whole holds something so dear. it is where i made my life, my GROWN life with beloved. where i came into my own. where i'd thought i'd be for a very long time...even if it meant struggling, i felt a kinship with nostrand ave, flatbush ave, the A, the D, the F, and the Q...nah mean?<BR/><BR/>it was weird driving across the bridge with my friend...our children *shudders* strapped into car seats in the back of her car. me starring manhattan dead in its face, remembering. i remember how it feels to rise early, to ride the Q as the sun breaks across the river. i never got sick of that...all the promise & the dreams. living and hustling and loving (in) the city. <BR/><BR/>everytime i go back i wonder if i have failed. given up on my artist/writer self to just "make it" cuz i have a kid. i wonder if i have somehow become complacent & stopped taking risks, and stopped dreaming, because now...when faced with this little boy's life, i need to be safe. i wonder. and i wander. and i wonder. <BR/><BR/><BR/>(didn't mean to type up a whole entry to your blog...but i understand..lol). <BR/><BR/>peacethe prisoner's wifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11160398635149797677noreply@blogger.com