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i told darrien. i do not wish to call him.nigga.even tho he said that it is ok. i said. i prefer. richer descriptive language when it comes to one as.wise and miraculous as you are. i will just call you. artist. n then he say. you iz. so dramatic. you iz. always makin too big a deal. outta. regular things. singing praises when a simple high-five wd do. n i said. yes. that’s true. and. god invented oceans and the color fuschia. so do not accuse me of being anything less than holy. when i call you over from my front porch. yelling. hey. artist. hey artist. artist across the intersection. we both know who you are. and i certainly know. a healthy enuf percentage of who i am. so. let’s not kid eachother ok. we are both amazing. and i don’t plan to start pretending or perpetrating anything to the contrary. just cuz it might look like. love. and deep respect. instead of deep inpenetrable indifference. not today. not tomorrow. we have big things to do. so let us start. by seeing each other with fearless eyes.
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Great thing to read first thing this morning.
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