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We did it in front of the mirror/ And in the light. We did it in the darkness/ In water, and in the high grass.   -Yehuda Amichai, “We Did It”

Oh you’re in my blood like holy wine / You taste so bitter and so sweet

On dit que tu te maries, tu sais que j’en vais mourir  (They say that when you’re married, you know you’re going to die)- Vladimir Nabokov . Merci R

Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song

It’s raining in America

Money,clothes, designer hoes and shows y’all. Heaven & Hell/ Only Built 4 Cuban Linx.

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Leer

I think I’ll call it morning from now on

Did I ever tell you about the time I met Ghostface? No? Well sit back. I should tell you I couldn’t get down with Musicsoulchildjuiceandberries and all that nuevo soul music back in the day because why? Because I was too busy obsessively listening to Pretty Toney. I’ve gone to like over 10 concerts, including one particular amazing one (known heretofore as the best night of my life) when Ghost brought on the entire Wu Tang clan including Ol’ Dirty Bastard, it was actually his last performance before he went rawdog on the afterlife. Anyway for the Fishscale concert in NY my friend was really pushy and got us up to the front of the stage and we got swept up and literally got pulled on stage. It was apparently like the Ice Cream hour and we were surrounded onstage by all the flavors doing their raunchiest BET Uncut (remember that!) dance moves. So anyone who’s been to a Wu Tang concert knows that like the word entourage doesn’t really describe the 500 random fools up onstage. You know the guys who were shouting into the mic while we waited for the concert to start 4 hours late. Anyway these guys were all grinding up on the “girls’ and then when they moseyed on down to me and my friend they were like what the what?! What are you ladies doing up here. Maybe it was my girlfriend’s ironic hipster t shirt and are general not whorish vibe who knows. Anyway Ghostface comes up and was confused too he was like I guess you guys aren’t going backstage. And then my friend was like “Excuse me Mr. Ghostface can you play Kilo” and then he kissed me on the cheek. Months later random people were like were you on stage at the Ghostface concert? Yes sir I was!

Are you in love like I'm in love? Because I'm on my pinky ring shit right about now.

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Pinky ring shit

come see about kimbra it’s the dopeness

Jazz goes hard in the paint. Badbadnotgood “Hard in the paint”  (Live Waka Flaka cover)

Marsha Marsha Marsha