I sometimes react to making a mistake as if I have betrayed myself. 

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I sometimes react to making a mistake as if I have betrayed myself. My fear of making a mistake seems to be based on the hidden assumption that I am potentially perfect and that if I can just be very careful I will not fall from heaven. But a ‘mistake’ is a declaration of the way I am, a jolt to the way I intend, a reminder I am not dealing with the facts. When I have listened to my mistakes I have grown.-Hugh Prather

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Her name is Magenta

She makes life feel like a fable,
Running on train platforms to catch unicorns flying to the Brooklyn Art Museum and Abyssinian restaurants.
She paints with a mixture of crushed ochre, wet lilacs, and oil:
Her paintbrushes are enchanted.
She practices with each picture, until for painting she is paid.
Offertory grins offering the World through her eyes.

Offhand politeness, a pretty bird from down South.
Doing slightly better on her Odyssey than Odysseus:
Her only offense, singing octagonal octaves with tremble fit only for October.
It’s that frighteningly authentic.
Official oddity, settling into her weirdness
That psychology officiates.
Her head cocked in analyzation,
An amendment to her peers’ playfully shallow scope,
And a nod to her ancestors.

She is analogous to a princess,
Petals envelope her lavender body as she drops them every now and again
Like the globe’s flower girl decorating dirty streets.

by: Yours Truly (Lauren Akins)

Fashion, My Happenings, poetry.

Laugh of the Day: Chocolate Milkshake Memory

HaHaHa!! Funny!!, My Happenings

Today, I got to remembering about two Thursdays ago and how hilarious the random injections of strangers can be!

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Imma set the scene for you: It is the Thursday before I journey to ATL for my very first time going to Clark Atlanta University’s (CAU Panthers Owwww!!) homecoming as an alumna, so you know I’m hype and flustered; trying to make sure I take care of business and everything is straight for my trip. Okay, I’m running, running, running. Leave work bouta half hour early, after making a fly-by night decision to get an oil change. Long story short, I have to go to Wal-Mart Auto. Get there they don’t have my air filter–gotta go buy one–AND get my homegirl to go to Apple in Little Rock cuz I didn’t tell you my iPhone was broke (she had a three-story fall to her death in the stairwell (I don’t want to talk about it lol)). Kool, so now I drive over to Autozone on Main after getting my friend from campus (hey Ayla). By the way, she inadvertently cracked her screen in between me getting off work and getting to her (that’s the Lowball.) Stroll in Autozone like “ay yall have an air filter for a 95 Volvo 940?” Now, enter a travelling Autozone mechanic with freckles, frizzy and balding red hair, and some big ol horn-rimmed glasses. He carrying in whatever, and he says, “Give her the employee discount for me.” The dude handling my purchase (who favored Big Krit) laughed and said, “Aw, this your sister?” Frizzy says, “Now you know I couldn’t have a sister as beautiful as this…maybe a sister from another motha but…” LAUGH #1 I was sure to say “Thank you, that’s sweet” and to Krit, “Make sure you hook me up with that discount…I ain’t playing.” Frizzy sets the box down on the counter, “You know you look like that singer…the one in that dances on the counter.” Me and Krit looking at each other like who? Cuz we both expecting him to say some standard (though fly as fuck) natural celebrity like Erykah Badu, India Arie, Jill Scott, or whoever. Do you know this man turned to me and said “she sings about her milkshake” LAUGH #2 You mean Kelis?!? (Knowing I don’t look like Kelis) He is like, “yeah can you do that dance she does?” (Me thinking: I aint know Kelis had a dance, lemme find out) I say in between dying with laughter, “Naw I cant do Kelis little dance.” Frizzy starts towards the door, then look back telling us,”You know what, I’mma head on to Sonic. I want me a milkshake.” LAUGH #3 Me and Krit are holl’in! Krit gon say “I gotta ask you, bruh, what kinda milkshake u getting?” Frizzy turned around and hollered “Chocolate.” LAUGH #4 I bout died!!!

shoutout to sexy ass Kelis.

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and Me (on the left, not looking nothing like Kelis)
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What a Wonderful…Weekend (Louis Armstrong Homage)

Fashion, My Happenings

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Peace, peace.

I am lighting the circumference of my Circle on the regular: constantly extending myself to meet new people/beings/spirits AND lookin fly doing it.

This weekend I played horseshoes, ate lemon poundcake, went to a banquet, laughed my a$$ off, met five new people, went to a birthday party, line danced, bought Amazonite, Malachite, and Chrysocolla crystals, cried, was advised, and also advised.

Be on your mission, feel free enuff to use your talents, be beautiful, be handsome, and contribute.