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link posted on August 21, 2010 - 12:02pm

http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Norman_Mailer

Vol 1: Arrears posted on August 5, 2010 - 4:56pm

Chapter 1: Smiling Smiley et-cetera, A continuation from here.

Aiyyo black, it’s time.
Word?
Word, it’s time nigga
Yeah, it’s time man
Aight Nigga… BEGIN
We are the streetside army, the deathhead army
Chattering glowing skulls on this street,
Cold as frozen pearls on this street
We crazy barmy this army,
We unsmiling non smarmy this army,
We march on the street to the beat of the demons that flit-
- and sit and hum and drum wit they feet on our cranial concrete
We march to the beat
It’s unrelenting, this beat
It’s unforgiving this beat
No roadside pork no fork on this road this street
No motels no hotels on this our abode this street
Do we cry do we greet?
We cann’ae cry, if it mean we weak we bitch we shit
We strive we survive our teeth we grit
We arrive we alive we fit
We won’t submit one whit one bit

HELLO CHILDRENS! posted on June 10, 2010 - 5:23pm



MISSED ME?

I ain’t Mike J but this is it… posted on February 18, 2010 - 6:47pm

This is my last post. Whaat! Nooo! Yes!! this is the end of streetsider.wordpress.com. Not the end of the streetside, that cannot die, and not the end of TheStreetsider, I hope that it is if anything, just the beginning.
See you guys around. Some chewing gum for your mind.
Chewing Gum
I have changed from self-image actualization to self-actualization, from blindly following propaganda, organized truths, etc. to searching internally for the cause of my ignorance.
Life is never stagnation. It is constant movement, unrhythmic movement, as we as constant change. Things live by moving and gain strength as they go.

Life itself is your teacher, and you are in a state of constant learning.

UPDATE…. posted on January 17, 2010 - 1:36am

Retreating to the Streetside for a bit… maybe more than a bit.

SOUL LYRICS posted on January 15, 2010 - 12:37pm

EMINEM: Rabbit Run

Oh, Insomnia, thou art a wee little shite, as Shakespeare once said. Or would have said had he been Scottish (which he might have been) and afflicted with insomnia (which he also might have been) and not overly burdened with good manners and propriety and a sense of not using elegant expressive words that the rest of society turns its nose up at (on that one, I am almost sure he was)
I am at work and dozing, ask Erique. You should, I probably look very funny.

random posted on December 20, 2009 - 8:42pm

You can’t expect a plant to grow if you are pulling it up every other day to see how the roots are doing on the other side.
And I am going back to writing rhymes

and on Earth, Peace and Goodwill to all Mankind posted on December 17, 2009 - 6:43am

Have you noticed that when you are on a boda and the guy farts there is a cocoon of smelliness that surrounds you both and that will go with you to your destination even if you are in Najjanankumbi taking a boda to Jinja via Saturn.
That is not relevant.
I was up-psyched for BHH ladies, gentlemen and even Sleek. Very. I had contracted my main man Simba, (Emily was losing it) to get me the best blunts this side of Jamaica, you fuckers would have been chilling at home 7 days later not sure whether you were really celebrating Christmas Day or the Feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin, and when you became blessed, or a virgin.