Monday, August 31, 2020
Sunday, August 30, 2020
Jr.'s look.
I would wear this, forever.
Still building Next Szn's uniform.
Have to recover 2018-2020's collection.
Means a trip to Far Roc and back out to LI.
I also need a place of my own to live.
I can feel you, Mr. Mayfield...
Here's a hug, Mr. Caldwell...
Gods...
Goddesses...
--Aliens(!)...(!)...
Mrs. ...
#unbelievable
Jr. is getting married!
Lil stupid nigga...
She's gonna be fucking other people.
I'm gonna be waiting for her to return.
What's mine is hers, what's hers is hers.
Lil stupid nigga...
I find myself unsure of her love for me.
Often.
This has been the case in every relationship.
This is why I (would) cheat.
Love is like a sour candy cherry.
Lil stupid nigga...
I can only hope for the best.
The worst is expected.
Whenever I'm not with her, I'll be curating, doong photography and blogging.
Somehow I'll make money.
I can already feel the pressure to be and be like artists/figures of today.
NiGHTSVentura probably wont close, but, as they are probably used to by now, I will be respectfully distant.
They know they mean the world to me.
Superliterally.
They know they still mean the world to me.
Modern-historically factuality.
Love will make you do some crazy, silly things.
But...
This tine, baby, there'll be no in and out of love.
In and out, baby...?!
Lil stupid nigga.
#unbelievable
Friday, August 28, 2020
Thursday, August 27, 2020
Jr. made new songs today!
It's been a long, long time coming.
I just don't know if a change is gon' come.
On the streets again.
No reason to blame myself.
(taps chip on shoulder, goes one's own way)
#unbelievable
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Sunday, August 23, 2020
Jr. is avoiding reality.
I'm still outgoing.
Yet getting increasingly shy.
Things feel weird.
A witch as a warrior.
A warrior as a witch.
Self-destruction is the sum of a congregation.
And love, man.
Love is like... IN there (see it?).
Love sprinkles RARELY over there.
.3% of ever.
It's just... heavy, intense... damn.
...
Love unrequieted.
Talk to you soon enough to be okay when you reach out.
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Jr.'s new joint from OCrib
Thank you, O, for the #ReIntroduction (to magic).
Thank you 8th, for being peace this morning.
Brand new. Again.
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Saturday, August 22, 2020
Jr 's first freewrite.
I dwelled in her dream.
Her dream was a fantasy of my daughter.
In her dream, she demeaned my eldest daughter.
Lucifer went to sleep.
She took the form of an evil man.
She tried to lure in my daughter.
To fulfill her fantasy.
Lucifer is dreaming.
My eldest is beauty multiplied.
The evil man amplified her insecurity.
To do whatever imaginable.
Lucifer has slept.
We are dear friends.
But no one is safe in dreamland.
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Friday, August 21, 2020
Thursday, August 20, 2020
YiuKannotRunFrumHere
Jr. has a special friend.
She should hang out with me.
At least 3 times.
...and aWAYYYYYY you go!
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Monday, August 17, 2020
Jr. gone.
...and the space in time between the declaration and confirmation, after the speed of the convo before it, after the space in time with correspondence, made the confirmation simpler.
I have no problem being a Gothic monk.
I don't want to be a liability for a woman.
I don't get along with men enough to date them.
I can't afford an animal.
Though I can summon my children (meet Sabotage and Lolita), I need to provide.
Summer Walker made sense, but...
It's best I leave love alone.
Music Forever.
DOOM.
("Now I'm Doc Strange in The Range, like •WHOA•!")
Morning piss, porno bliss, boring shit.
More than this, ...
_.
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Friday, August 14, 2020
Darralyn (Jr.'s first single)
Jr. is anxious.
Nervous.
Excited.
I hope you enjoy.
"An Orgasmic Sight", soon come.
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Jr.'s "An Orgasmic Sight" tracklisting
Blunt 101
Cloud Jackin'
Darralyn
J. Is A Bastard
Missay Nursery Rhymes
...still taking Jimmy Iovine's advice.
New sound, new rhythm.
An experience like no other.
Shouts to OT (my other housemate).
"Best Sex Ever" (Jr. -n- 9th), still available online.
Happy hunting.
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Thursday, August 13, 2020
Jr. is a bad dude.
Jr. needs a crayon.
I broke a nail.
Impacted dead skin in my big toe.
I hate my fat faggot ass housemate Bryan.
I fought him.
I hope it happens again so I can end the world and blame fat Black people.
Now I feel better.
If you read this, you fat faggot, you're a groupie.
Dont ever mention ?uestlove in combat.
And dont be Jack Splash or Ryan Moorer.
As long as you're slovenly and "fly".
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Saturday, August 8, 2020
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