I was on Myspace today .
And I went on Chris Agboola's Profile .
BTW To visit his Blogspot
Go to www.Daddy-Fat$tacks.Blogspot.Com
Lmao .
Anyway , I read his about me .
And I saw his fear .
Right off the back I knew what It was without
looking up the definition .
I knew this because I was in Speech earlier this school year
and we had to list our fears and explanations for having them as a major grade .
I listed this fear as the first one on my list .
His is Philophobia .
The fear of falling in love .
Love is a beautiful thing .
Don't get me wrong .
It can have mysterious and absent ways that make you wonder .
It's a strong feeling that you have to expierience to truly know
what it is .
But it has the most devestating effects when you discover you are
falling out of it . Or that it is ending .
I guess that's why I end good shit to prevent me from the effects of this emotion .
Or maybe I'm just a Hopeless Romantic . Lol .
This fear I have contridicts with the second one I have .
Anuptaphobia .
Fear of staying single for too long .
Now why ?
Because I do not want to be fifty .
Alone .
With no children .
And no husband .
On menopause .
Drinking tea and watching 60 Minuetes .
Lol .
The Thrid one makes sense .
Antlophobia .
Fear of floods .
New Orleans .
August 29th , 2005 .
8 a.m.
In Houston .
Waking up to blood drawing screams .
Seeing my house on national CNN .
The people calling us Refugees .
Kanye West Saying George Bush doesn't like black people .
Family being down there .
Father on the Rescue team saving people .
The Relocation .
The Devestation .
The Emancipation .
Period .
BUT YO !
I'm Just saying what I feel man .
I ain't one of the Cosbys , I ain't go to Hillman .
:)
<3>
HighRise.
Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
