November 2010
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I like fleeting moments.
So the drop deadest (bear with the exaggeration) of drop dead women was on the train today. Didn’t see her until she got off, when she looked at me…
The End.
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can’t we have a minute or two? to come face to face ya know just name the place and I’ma be there half an hour early so I can feel the joy in my chest while waiting for… even if you’ re late a couple of ticks it’ll feel like forever to sit in front of the building watch the crowd walk by and you’re not in it doubt reach a limit then you...
//Freewrite
Maybe its me, or I could have guessed your name from your earrings. Always thought it was funny introducing myself to anyone wearing their own name (tats, rings, etc). Friday brownie, mmm chocolatey. I thought of you this weekend, then I had to remind myself that died, So I made a beat that should tell you how I felt, then some more. Bronx bound and tale. Sheldon’s a chick magnet. I see you...
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My room mate almost had a fit last night. Another night of recording yesterday. My friend made me shuffle through a couple song to get a feel for which beat he wanted to spit over. This was a long process, and Lenny didn’t like this, so he spoke up. He told me that what I was doing was expensive and that not a lot of people with play that much songs off their catalog for just any rapper. He...
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My roommate had a friend come over to record the other day. He seemed nervous, almost unsure. Then he asked me “what do I think?”. My reply “holy shit, you want “me”, to tell you should feel about “your” lyrics?”. I told him that I was just the dude who pressed the record button, its not my opinion to give.
I’m one of those people who...
Anonymous asked: could you be my mentor for photography i just think your work is great and you so adorable when you look lost
//Grammar
Me: Can I roll up some of that dank?
Brother: I dunno, can you?
Me: May I roll up some dank?
Brother: That's better.
Me: I don't understand why you have to be a bitchass about grammar right now, I just want to smoke...
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My name is Chukwudike. Some of my friends can’t pronounce that (properly), so they call me Chuk. I’m Nigerian, and part of that means that I have no delusions of what will happen if I fail in this country. I’m a 5’ 9ish” Brooklyn boy trying to put dinner on the table. I struggle with social axiety at times, so I either look angry, sad, or uncomfortable around crowds....
// Freewrite
This morning I ran into a high school friend, he had something to tell me about my best friend. She feel ill, and had to be hospitalized. Thankfully she’s ok now. Funny, last time I heard anything from her, she was perfectly fine, even that information was from a third party. She said she’d kidnap me so we could finally hang out again, and I almost missed that. I hate being this out of...
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I went to the Redu fundraiser at reed space. It was a great event, wish I had room to move. I wish I had photos, and I’ll tell you why I don’t. I’m a fan of Jeff Staple, he’s like the one of the designers designer to me. I guess at the end of the people would be people, but for the first time see this man who I’m sure I was taller than, I felt intimidated. Strange...
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//For Blind New Yorkers...
Tired of paying you left tit or testicle for new glasses, contacts, or just an eye exam? I’m sure you are. Just incase you were looking for a cheaper solution, you could head to 88 Optical on Hester (116 Mott St, New York, NY 10013. Tel: (212) 343-1947). My exam was $20, which was waved because I got a pair of lenses. My bill was $50, I was also out of there the same day. No...
//Brand baby, brand
“Branding is more than a catchy name and slogan. You won’t likely be memorable claiming to have the best customer service, the most experience, or the best price. Your competitors are probably claiming that as well.
Branding is about connecting your name with a true differentiator, defined as “something your competitors won’t do or can’t do without great effort or expense.” What is it...
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A shout out goes to the lady cop that checked my bags for bombs this morning, made me miss my train, then ask me how long I’d been growing my hair for. That’s alright though, still made it to work on time. Why? Because I’m nice, and the MTA didn’t fuck up. Confidence booster for the morning. Someone will want you. You could be broke, a tad overweight, the biggest asshole in...