April 18, 2005
(UrbanWord NYC workshops)
Free Write
S- sporting my color in solitude from intimate romance; the last dance & joining hands
I- intense spiritual walks
(never finished)
Workshop Piece #2:
(never finished this either)
My sonic sounds discriminate against totalitarians that swallow opportunity before it claims a fresh breath into immoral destinations of the under exposed beauty. My movement is the most negative birth declaring me an outcast where individuality is smothered by deception, perception, and that booty desire to be the girl starring in that BET movie. My cool iced tea skin smooths the desire of that intimate energy. I watched the trembled squatters.
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