..but it’s not. Depraved and Insulting English makes this a lot lighter and eventful than it ideally should be.
Inner Dj’s spinning “Black Magic” on a loop (and I know that sufficient patience would help me unearth Urban Dictonary’s entry for this) and a lot of M.I.A right now.
Fractals.
Funk Carioca. Satori. Duende. Santeria. Bossa Nova(yes, yes, I know I repeat!). Darvesh. Gaia Hypothesis. Morphine(the band not the drug, though that wouldn’t be half bad either). Bombay’s Tadibya. I must be. Swollen Members(again, the band people!). Hip Hop. And another Hop. Mos Def. Darkest Light. Henri Cartier Bresson. The Decisive Moment. Purchase of a pair of designer strides. Yes. Decisive, indeed.
And a soft plunging into loud rants – “As long as You break hearts, it’s love enough for You.”
How 16 are they?
Plenty, apparently.
Hating this weekend: Exotica peddling, I-smoulder-therefore-I-devour “ethnocentric” poets(women mostly). And the fact that they(publishers mostly) are allowing such genetic discrepancies to get away with it.
If You are Mother Earth then I insist upon using every single polyethylene product available in the market to speed up your timely implosion.
No, really. I mean it.
