duone

Freshness abounds! I dunno if anyone is reading my shit, but if you do, please please please let me know. Say some lame supportive comment or trash me straight to my face. I don't give a shit. Just lemmie know you read this. It's like the graffiti world; if someone cross you out or bombs over you, it means they at least saw yer shit and responded somehow. It's a way to know you aren't the only one there doing this shit.

One that note, I'm doing some cool stuff with the Black Poets Society as of late. We're doing a free hip-hop show this friday, and it's gonna be pretty fucking cool. Four cats from PDX are coing down to perform, as well as two fo the guys from the BPS. It'll be ill.

And I've been getting along okay with my not-girlfreind. We still hang out and do things, so I guess she's not my ex in the traditional sense. We just don't hang the same way. Which is good for her I guess. I hate it, fankly, but I can't keep her out of my head, so I am gonna put up with it until she moves away. Which, she claims, is soon.

The t-shirt I made her is getting lots of love from folks, and they want me to do more. So that should be fun, if I decide to persure that. I dunno,

Man, my blog is fucking dull. Or whatever. I hope some emo-kid creams thier pants over my totally stylish dullness. You know, because it's so deep.

Peace,

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