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About house parties and freestyle music

There was a house party at Shorty's on Artesian and 49th. We wore our  butterfly skorts and kswiss shoes, our hair gelled and split, with two thick strands of hair  tied tightly behind our heads. Slick. We pre partied by spending hours looking in the mirror. we looked so damn good at 14. We walked from 52nd and Talman to the party. At 50th and maplewood, we see Moreno making his way, too. We all thought he looked kinda good, but whatever. Once we got to Shorty's she came to greet us at her house door, her lip liner flawless and her curly hair crisp with herbal mousse. Her beeper went off and we walked in, shyly. Prototype played loudly through the mix board speakers, the single floor house was filled with boys. We walked to the couch and sat down, our knees inward. Shorty's back at the door, Mikey!, she says, I turned my head and took a look. He was tall, with a white shirt showing beneath his unbuttoned shirt. He had boot cut jeans that layed over his black combat boots.…


I didn't think he was this bad
I knew he wasn't good but I didn't think he was this bad
why wasn't I told?
maybe because I wasn't good, too. I wouldn't have
been able to help me, though, I like to believe that I would've if
I had the mind to read in between his statements: I miss our times as kids. Remember that time we trick-o-treat on Fletcher street? Time flies by so quickly.
the bottle is the only thing that helps him right now
it's the only way he can stop thinking
seeking shelter in those hard loving memories.
He tries to make everything better by high-fiving all of us now, by pretending he is happy now,
passed out drunk.

(July 27, 2015, 4:53 pm)

In love

Lets be together all the time
so when the day comes where we will be
apart, we both will be fine

because  I will remember how big your
eyes get when you get excited,

and I will remember your big cheeks
when you smile

and I will remember the beautiful line
of your nose

and I will remember how beautiful
your brows frame your face

and how your lips melt into mine
and how your hands mold into mine,
because we are one.

(July 17, 2015 , 7:34 am)

We're porch chillin' people