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This little world called Hip Hop.
A typical day at A3C: While you park your car, you can hear Rapper Big Pooh’s performance throughout the streets. As you walk up to the venue, you see Termanology chatting it up with some folks just kickin’ it. You and your homies wait in line to pick up your passes and you can already feel hip hop all around you. Dudes are already throwing out rhymes to no beats and we...
A love letter I never sent.
I’ve been trying to compromise with your smiling face. Bittersweet the sunset between us. Let me share your moons with you. Eyes filled of raindrops, clouds storming beneath. Return. I’ve been trying to compromise with your touch. Nostalgia created goosebumps at a simple caress. Not yours, not the same. Lay me under your moss filled sky of constellations. Venus me with your Mars. We...
An insomniac's prelude to a dream.
436am. Some are tucked away in bed dreaming of winning the lottery and calling their boss every douchetastic name in the book, while others are still dancing the night away. Me? I’m laying in bed fantasizing of magical places to visit in Dreamland while listening to the soothing sounds of Seu Jorge. Normally, that would be the perfect setup for mental relaxation and a smooth journey into...