I have offered myself to the inkwell of the wordsmith that I might be shaped into new terms of being.

I have an acquired taste for language, yet it is seldom an actual focus of mine.

If not then you must be trying to hear us and in such cases we cannot be heard. We remain in the darkness, unseen. In the center of unpeeled bananas, we exist. Uncolored by perception. Clothed to the naked eye. Five senses cannot sense the fact of our existence. And that's the only fact. In fact, there are no facts.

I hear the weed is really strong in California.

she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away

I remember back in the day when Chuck D called hip-hop the "black people's CNN." Well now, hip-hop is more like Fox News. It's biased, and highly suspect.

The hero is the person who's afraid to run away.