Persia, Persia, Persia

Persia is the best thing on T.V. As the big mouthed big boned star of VH1's white rappers show she has proven herself not only talented but highly entertaining. When she took it upon herself to shut up stupid white boy extrordinare, John Brown, with a fat plastic dick I nearly pissed myself. That dude had it coming with his apolitical, entrprenurial idiocy. She is not only adorable with her off the shoulder cheeky style but mean as a mutherfucker when it comes to standing up for her beliefs, the perfect combination. Finally there is good role model on t.V. for young girls struggling with their self esteem in a stupid white boy dominated world. All props to Persia!
Other than her presence the show is a complete waist of time. What's his fuck the host was only famous for five seconds in the 90's (for being a white boy) and does not have much charisma or talent to show. The show itself is also slightly insulting when it comes to the white rappers interactions with legendary artists like grand master flash. Great musicians are turned into side show teachers of the albino main attraction. Though this show is supposed to be a tooth and nail contest to come up in black dominated slice of the world the powder face punks still get everything handed to them on a silver platter. They get a decked out house, booze, a chance at 100,000 dollars, to meet and recieve free lessons from some of the most influential artists in hip hop, and to have thier snot nosed faced on T.V. just because they are white.

VOLVER : Penelope cruz is a hack

Pedro Almodovar's latest movie should have cut the crappy star power and spent the money on rounding out the drama.
Though I love all of his films this latest flick is not only anticlimactic but devoid of the vibrant sexuality and scenery characteristic of Almodovars films. Take Live Flesh for example where you want to fuck almost every character in the movie and get to see almost all of them get it on at one point or another in front of dazzling colors and meticulously designed sets. As in Live Flesh where she was quickly killed off before the major plot developed, Penelope Cruz should have been relegated to a bit part in this film, where she belongs.

Poet's Corner

Rain

Wet days drip down my neck
and soak my long johns
the itchy pilly fibers
stick to my skin like super glue
dreary disgusting dastardly and dark

Thick wool clouds block out the stars beauty
their luminous show of pin prick symmetry
lost behind soppy grey curtains
damp socks cripple toe tips
and numb steps become limps
as the sky falls
one drop at a time.


Planar

Lost at sea
my raft rocks
and slowly disintegrates
at its seaweed strapped seams.
As each wave crashes I lose hope
of returning home.
When dusk threatens shark infested night
I take one last look at the sun
slipping into dark water.

Disguise

Batman is a sad ass bitch
flying low and and lonely he
hides like a snitch with a hitman on his tail

The mask is just an excuse to hide his ugly face
wrapped in sick twisted richness
and Bruce Wayne's golden boy fame
his wealth polluting Gotham City

The plastic black bat stuck to his skin conceals his greed
He pretends he's a hero to keep his conscience clean
and honest women in his bed
pretend pretense contend contest
that bat man is a pasty white worm
stuffed in neoprene muscles.