Shake yo' ass.

Q: What's to be done when you're feeling a little sad, feeling a little bluesy, feeling a little lost, a little uncertain. Lying on the floor looking parallel across the wood... put a marble on the corner of the terrain and watch it fall inward - seriously, all the floors in my new digs are wompus-catty, which makes me like the place more. So, the light coming in... it rained last night for the first time since I've been here, and the sound woke me up because it's been ages and ages since I've heard the sound of rain and the blood in me seemed to be pumping differently and I'm sure my nostrils twitched. Yeah, and so I woke up foggy in the dark and took my muscle-shirt off and lay there hot and muggy and naked... and the next day the light was back to yellow and the clouds are there, but they're all waving vagabond as they move along, gypsy white and fluff. And so, feeling a little bluesy, wondering where I'm heading, where I'm going, what the next stop is. Where I'll get off the bus.

So, Lyrics:

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karen, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Se7en Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t fakin’
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

(Monkey Business, Black-Eyed Peas)

And so, I move my hump. Damn, girl, I move it fine. Lift myself off the wompus terrain, pump it up, and shake, baby. I just get hotter the older I get, yeah. Zzzzng.

After that, I'm feeling good, feeling mighty good. Pack my bag and get out of the house, lock the first door behind me. Part of the reason I took this new apartment was becuase of this wallpaper on the entry-way stairs: Old Book Classics. The Whole Cannon really. Laid out in brown and white and stacked up against the stairs every time I walk up and every time I walk down. I kiss Moby Dick on my way out, and lock the second door, and then number three. Gold, Purple, Red on the chain. I have my music on: Ecuador in a tube. I can feel the way it znnged to always be watched, as I stalk to the subway. The way I want to dance harder, and the harder it gets not to break up all the silence of steps, people walking in line, looking somewhere else, and Ecuador in a tube is telling me about the heat, and the way the boys bought me drinks, and when I got home, the girls did too, because the older I get, the hotter I go... my hump, my hump, my hump. And I danced like no one could stop me, like no one could put pressure on any part of my body, no way.

A good quote I came across:
"What I'm primarily saying," he says, "is that this is a time for knowledge assimilation, not backstabbing. We learned a lesson, you and I. We personally grew. Gratitude for this growth is an appropriate response. Gratitude, and being careful never to make the same mistake twice."
(CivilWarLand in Bad Decline, Saunders, pp 22)

A good story I came across:
"The Buffalo," Clarice Lispector.

A good thought I had:
The bricks passing through the window, my knee through Soham's pants, the music pushing my foot back and forth, my head not just nodding, but dip-nodding, and everyone on the bus all drowsy and drowsy, and I'm there so distant away. Sometimes it's just music and animals for me in this world.

Speaking of which: Cedric the Entertainer & Laika the Space Turtle are the two newest additions to my family. My roommate's cat, Fuji, and I had a long bonding moment after I built them New Digs of half-water/25%-floaty bridge/25%-rock pad with bamboo plants sprouting. We sat, side by side, and examined their movements, although arguably for different reasons. We both lashed our tails though, and thought how completely darling the little sliders were.

I found them in Chinatown, scurrying in a sidewalk aquarium. LL my roommate picked out Laika, and I picked out Cedric. Cedric appears to be more comfy in water - he actually swims around a little, even though they are both scared, scared. Whereas Laika appears to want out a), and b) buries herself under all the pebbles until I have no idea where she is. They are both about 3cm in diameter, miniscule when you think about it.

I'm not sure what they think of the music though. When it came on loud and I humped around the place in splendid fashion, both turtles sucked in their heads. But that's okay... I take it elsewhere. Anyhow... off to be a bumpkin in a slicker's world.