Monthly Archives: November 2014

All Day I Dream About…

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Photo by Michael Béon aka King Red Rose

It’s a Sunday evening and I’m listening to Hollyweerd’s “Ridin Wit My Homiez / Miles Davis’ Lament” from their 2009 mixtape Electricity Showroom and I’m thinking about sex. I always think about, talk about, and/or write about sex. It’s almost like I have a physiological and psychological need for it. It’s not an addiction, where I’m hiding behind 7/11 dumpsters beating off sweating like a creep (enjoy that visual). There are times when I want it 24/7 and the sexual frustration becomes overwhelming. Porn is a tease but sometimes it eases the caged beast. I honestly need/want it on an everyday basis, even If I had a long day, I’ll perform like Jordan in that infamous “flu” game. Continue reading

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So I said this on Twitter last night…

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I stand by these words especially since I’m speaking from my own experiences. I’ve lived in this city all of my life and the pickings are slimmer than finding an open Rita’s Water Ice in the winter. What I find to be astounding about it all is that I have better luck with women that aren’t from Philly or don’t live in the city than the natives and that, is no bullshit. Like you don’t know how easy it would’ve been for me to FLOURISH in New Orleans if I wasn’t in a relationship. I feel like I have to move around more, get out the city and just see what else is out there because Philly no longer interests me in that department. Continue reading

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35mm Pastlife: The Forum, Philly 2012

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Photo by Michael Béon aka King Red Rose

The Forum stuck out like a sore thumb and was torn down two years ago. It became a vacant space and I think it might be a parking lot or something to that effect. Like it or not, The Forum was a Market Street landmark and it represented an era of Philly’s well known debauchery. Center City has received the royal invasion of condominiums and developer are doing their best to spruce up a once seedy Market Street. I was never into the whole watch-porn-in-a-theater-with-other-people thing, that’s way too intimate and the last thing I need to do is worry about is the history of the chair that I’m sitting in. I don’t need the Ghosts of Masturbations Past coming back to give me an unnecessary reminder.

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Peace to Patrice….

There’s never going to be anyone like him EVER AGAIN. Patrice O’Neal was a comedic genius and a god in his profession. He offered a brand of comedy that I hadn’t seen before and it spoke to me. I first encountered the wit of Patrice O’Neal, in the early 2000’s on Comedy Central’s Tough Crowd With Colin Quinn. Imagine Bill Maher’s Politically Incorrect but with up and coming comedians sparring with veteran funny men over topics such as sports, politics and R-A-C-E. I loved that show and I’d look forward to Patrice whenever he’d make an appearance because he’d literally take over the show and from what I’ve read in the years after his death, that would rub a lot of his fellow comedians the wrong way. Well to his credit, some of those Tough Crowd guests were corny and unfunny and he knew how to manipulate their awkwardness. Sometimes he’d get carried away but it was always entertaining. Continue reading

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Anger…

Pissed off. I, like many of you who were tuned into CNN or any other source of media this week, witnessed an ignored injustice. The grand jury decided NOT to indict Ferguson Police Officer Darren Wilson in the wrongful killing death of Michael Brown. I wasn’t surprised. I’ve seen it before with Sean Bell, Oscar Grant, Amadou Diallo, and so many others in this country. Enough is Enough. I’ve grown very tired of seeing young black lives lost due to fear. It’s crazy to think about bringing children into a world where the color of your skin comes with an expensive price that my ancestors paid for with blood, sweat, tears, and constant frustration. What am I supposed to do? Complaining about the intangible and screaming at invisible bullies won’t do anything but increase my personal stress levels. I can’t have faith in a judicial system that refuses to treat all of its citizens equally. Continue reading

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“Criminal Intent” Poem

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Wrote this last night… No need to get into the specifics… Just enjoy it.

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35mm Pastlife: Frankenstein Tattoo, April 2013

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Shannon is one of my favorite people in Philly and that list shortens by the day. I’ve known her for a while and I’ve always dug her personality. She has qualities that I look for in like minded people and we’ve even collaborated on a piece of art that I’ll share once its ready to show. I remember when she first got the tattoo when I saw it on my Instagram timeline and I had to add it to my collection of photos. I had an expired roll of black and white film inside of my Olympus Stylus Epic mju ii and she met me in an abandoned lot (creepy right) and I snapped this photo.

And speaking of tattoos, I have a new chest piece in the works. Word to Leo Tolstoy.

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Few Shots: Losing Control @ The Heineken Green Room, Oct. 2013

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Like I mentioned in the preceding post, “Brooklyn Zoo” makes me do things that I can’t control. It’s a purely physical and spiritual experience. I got extremely wild for that night and I have no qualms in doing this even when I’m old and gray. This was the same night that I met Madlib and snapped the now famous (in my own mind) polaroid of him after his performance. There are more hilarious and bizarre photos below… Feels good to be the King. Continue reading

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Throwback Thursday: Ol’ Dirty Bastard “Brooklyn Zoo”

If this song ever comes on in my immediate environment, I’ll turn that scene into a mosh pit and doesn’t matter if it’s in a club or in a church. Ol’ Dirty Bastard was sooooo RAW on this song that even if you didn’t know what hell he said on this song, you still found yourself going nuts and screaming “BROOKLYN ZOO!!!!“. This is definitely one of my all time top rap songs. BTW, Later today, I’ll post what I become whenever this song comes on.

R.I.P. Russell Jones aka Ol’ Dirty Bastard aka Big Baby Jesus aka Osirus

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Classic Confidence: Martin Louis the King, Jr… Address Me As Such

There was a point when I thought that this was excessive but that was me not thinking clearly. In my mind it was like “Here goes Kanye stunting on the block again” but he was truly enjoying life and showing off his then latest creations. Like how could anyone really hate on him for living and loving his life and sharing his lifestyle with the world. I loved his music but I was stuck on that goofy-backpack-overly-conscious vibe but that really wasn’t me. Don’t get me wrong, I love the Native Tongues more than anybody that I know but throw on that “ignant” dirty south Lil Jon, Jeezy, Migos, etc. and I’ll get buck like it’s college all over again. What I learned is that in order to truly function in this crazy space, you have to be aware of both sides of the game and find that medium. Life’s too fragile to be stuffy and the same goes for being too careless. Understand that it’s ok get wild when the situation calls for it as your “comfort zone” may become your prison.

Deep right?!

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