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Hi-Jynx Presents: Music Monday
11.25.2009
11.24.2009
Music.To.Be.Excited.For.
Lupe Mixtape November 26, 2009
Omen: Afraid of Heights Mixtape (Soon)
February 8, 2010
11.23.2009
Shadows of the Fantasy
Todd Brabec, Music Business Author
Wendy Credle, Entertainment Lawyer
Harold Vogel, Music Economists
11.22.2009
11.21.2009
"I really fucked up", Erin thought.
Unconscious to everyone around, she compared last week from this week.
She went through everything said, done, and felt.
He's looking through me. The same look everyone throughout the day gives a person they speak to. Physically, connecting with eye contact, but interest and thoughts far beyond us.
"I'll see you next week", he said flatly as a doctor would tell a patient.
"No you won't. I will be avoiding you at all cost", Erin's thoughts answered.
"Okay, see you then", she tried to weakly smile.
Almost running into the door, trying to escape the awkwardness of knowing there has been a changed mind.
"Damn, hope he didn't see that...to add to my ungraceful actions today"
"All my flaws were exposed on my face for him to read today. Inches from me, I couldn't hide them with makeup, smiles, hair, clothes, and salty jokes. He seen the truth of me, and declined he's offer of affection"
Unconscious to everyone around, she compared last week from this week.
She went through everything said, done, and felt.
He's looking through me. The same look everyone throughout the day gives a person they speak to. Physically, connecting with eye contact, but interest and thoughts far beyond us.
"I'll see you next week", he said flatly as a doctor would tell a patient.
"No you won't. I will be avoiding you at all cost", Erin's thoughts answered.
"Okay, see you then", she tried to weakly smile.
Almost running into the door, trying to escape the awkwardness of knowing there has been a changed mind.
"Damn, hope he didn't see that...to add to my ungraceful actions today"
"All my flaws were exposed on my face for him to read today. Inches from me, I couldn't hide them with makeup, smiles, hair, clothes, and salty jokes. He seen the truth of me, and declined he's offer of affection"
11.16.2009
11.15.2009
She needs love.. do you know where she should find it?
Is it with her ex who is content to come and go; uses her as the best option..
Is it with the young college man studying for a common degree, uncertain of where he may be after 5 years past..
Is it with the drug dealer, selling her short-lived fantasies..
Is it the older man who admires the youth he no longer has..
or are we all searching for something we are not suppose to find. maybe we were meant to wait for our connecting paths.
love is the seeker.
Is it with her ex who is content to come and go; uses her as the best option..
Is it with the young college man studying for a common degree, uncertain of where he may be after 5 years past..
Is it with the drug dealer, selling her short-lived fantasies..
Is it the older man who admires the youth he no longer has..
or are we all searching for something we are not suppose to find. maybe we were meant to wait for our connecting paths.
love is the seeker.
11.11.2009
11.06.2009
I stood by the second bench closest to the left of the inbound station. A man walked in the outbound across from where I was standing. He glanced over quickly. Quick enough for me to second guess if he ever really looked at me. I had to time my glances at him so that I wouldn’t get caught.
I couldn’t tell if he was 23, 24, 26 or 30. He’s skin was a smooth light cocoa. Tried to stop the slight jealousy of he’s gorgeous complexion.
The roar and the unsteady screeching of the train became loud, close. He stood. I walked forward. I wondered what he was listening to. If I would like what he was listening to or if it would make me not want to speak to him.
The train stopped between us. It blocked my view of the man. About a minute and a half of waiting, the driver’s shift must almost be over. Train left me standing there. Wonder why we were on different sides. Would we ever be on the same side? Would our plans introduce us one day?
I couldn’t tell if he was 23, 24, 26 or 30. He’s skin was a smooth light cocoa. Tried to stop the slight jealousy of he’s gorgeous complexion.
The roar and the unsteady screeching of the train became loud, close. He stood. I walked forward. I wondered what he was listening to. If I would like what he was listening to or if it would make me not want to speak to him.
The train stopped between us. It blocked my view of the man. About a minute and a half of waiting, the driver’s shift must almost be over. Train left me standing there. Wonder why we were on different sides. Would we ever be on the same side? Would our plans introduce us one day?
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