i denno...reeboks have been looking a tad prettyful to me lately...
this pair's like neo-funk trailer trash. i likes.
fallen from the fingers of hanalei [[inhale, remember, exhale... twice.]] @ 6:45 PM

Sunday, September 16, 2001

pwede ba??!?

something i wrote a while ago....

we don't care unless we see it. when children die in countries you can't pronounce, you aren't outraged. when the United States bombs a city and kills it citizens, they rebuild it in gradeur. as helpful as that bastard older brother that went to college and is home for the weekend.

with that second hand perception i've lived in, i step back into my own skin and know i've taken for granted all that i have been blessed with, the luscious excess that makes America what it is to the world. and the new found love Americans have for their country, as if pledging allegiance to the next best trend, is the physical manifestation of all that is wrong with Americans in the guise of empathy.

they get a big ole' FUCK YOU!' as they make a mockery of the lives that were lost this past tuesday. i'd stick up my middle finger...but i'm busy typing.
fallen from the fingers of hanalei [[inhale, remember, exhale... twice.]] @ 7:48 PM

Friday, September 14, 2001

the dalai lama praying for us

a mosque in texas, fire bombed by yokels.

just smile, and remember.

exhale...

remember.
fallen from the fingers of hanalei [[inhale, remember, exhale... twice.]] @ 2:16 AM

Thursday, September 13, 2001

here, for more insightful coverage
fallen from the fingers of hanalei [[inhale, remember, exhale... twice.]] @ 8:25 PM

And suddenly I turned the other way to face
The sunlight showering the heart of America.
It was summer and the hour was like other hours:
A pinch of forever hurrying down the awakened heart,
The million dialectics of blood and bone and flesh.
Did you notice how I watched the men, glancing
At the hilltop where machine guns might have
Attacked the buildings, and the streets where trenches
Might have been dug or where tanks might have been mounted,
And the sky where bombers might have scoured
The defenseless nerve centers of America?
But you turned the other way to evade
The tide of scornful eyes that might have been
Snipers watching the street where we were waiting.
You wondered: What is our crime?
And turned to me. Then I saw the shadow
Of the country of my vision in your face,
Where the American dream might have crossed a thousand
Times to touch the mainspring of the awakened heart,
Whispering insistently that the time has come...

Carlos Bulosan, CHORUS FOR AMERICA, 1942

fallen from the fingers of hanalei [[inhale, remember, exhale... twice.]] @ 8:22 PM

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Manhattan
- New York Blood Center
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7th Ave. at 11th St.
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fallen from the fingers of hanalei [[inhale, remember, exhale... twice.]] @ 7:25 PM

Tuesday, September 11, 2001

today was a wake up call. and i thank the Lord for keeping me and mines safe.

believe it. stop being so comfortable.

fallen from the fingers of hanalei [[inhale, remember, exhale... twice.]] @ 5:42 PM

Sunday, September 09, 2001

click on the lil boy
found by anna.

i called everyone and their mother this weekend, but the battery ran low on the way home. so i cuddled up to khalil gibran and finished it before center city slowly crept to the corners of my eyes.

i am in love with love again.

went to a reading earlier this evening for the philly fringe fest t'was my old humanities teacher who was featured. he was really surprised that i was there. he said the word "fuck" in context (the verb) i shuddered. ewewewewewe. the gross imagery! but he was really touched that i came out to see him. he came out when i did a mic at school. i figger it was only right.

the weekend was dope despite my wackness. t'was lovely to see all the familiar faces once more. yet i feel removed. blast me. there was a lot of love between those that spat. and that's what it's all about. the pounds and the hugs you get after the fact. OH! two ppl rung the ears: this kid mark can spit with some lovely wordplay and his boy cj can beatbox and flow lovely. and arlo from ps#11, we were reunited once more. dope beatboxing and worthy stream.

afterwards, stayed in times square with lisa, laughing, til 3 am. about four different couples tripped in front of us. including these two bleach blond prostitutes...one busted her ass like whoa. and we sat there, laughing. it was good to revert to seventh grade behavior with lisa. it's been so long since we've laughed togehter and meant it. we talked about everything last night.
that, i miss.
fallen from the fingers of hanalei [[inhale, remember, exhale... twice.]] @ 10:03 PM

Saturday, September 08, 2001

OUIJA BOARD STORIES
fallen from the fingers of hanalei [[inhale, remember, exhale... twice.]] @ 2:47 AM