I wonder if I will see naked boobs over Mardi-Gras. I also wonder when Mardi-Gras is. I wondered earlier today if "The Boogeyman" movie will be good. I think that maybe it won't be. I also wondered if my car will run indefintely. I considered whether or not I would be able to play for an entire inning in the outfield during a major league baseball game without looking like I didn't belong there. I walked by the rec center and I considered what it would be like to be "buff". I wondered how if Jesus was divine and human, his sacrifice as a sinless being has any relevance to Christians at all. I thought about would happen if I was to try to talk my way out of a late fee at Insomniac Video, using Blockbuster's No Late Fee program as precedent. I wondered about my roommate from San Diego, Lee, and whether or not he spelled his name "Lee" or "Leigh".
And then I wondered about Don Cheadle.
2 comments:
Hi. It's me. Chloe. Wow, your rapping ROCKS!!! I noticed some other responders who also can rap quite well, and I can't lie to you: making melodies is contagious. I wanted to share some of my writing with you, since I feel that rapping and poetry and novels and novelas and screenplays and nonfiction and lyricism are all interrelated as means by which we express our inner angst or happiness or sorrow or ecstasy. You know? So, I'm nervous, but here goes (and I swear, I'm NOT just copying the idea to also respond with words because your other responders did- more like I was just inspired, Ok?):
One day a girl, the next day a woman,
Never a no one, always a someone.
Don't disrespect me or try to get a piece of my ass,
'Cuz I've got style, and a heart, and a whole lotta class.
My 'rents call me Megan, but that's not really me,
Who I am, what I am, is a girl named Chloe.
Livin' with my fam, here in the O.C.
Where the oranges grow and grow
Abundant-
Frequent-
And Plenti-ful-ly.
My brother is my educator, but also my foe;
Breaks my heart when he tells me, accuses me, and calls me a ho.'
'Cuz I ain't a ho, a bitch or a slut;
Call me that to my face, and I might just kick your butt.
Ronnie kicks it with his friends, acting like a bunch of thugs,
Talking about giving the Shocker, and munching on some rugs.
Don't know what he's talking about, but pretty sure it's not good;
I wish I could just escape this darn 'hood.
By 'hood' I mean in my upstairs bedroom,
Where thoughts wind up in my head so they can live and roam.
'Cuz I want to be famous, and a world-class writer.
I'm not here to be mean, I'm a lover, not a fighter.
I want the world to know all the things that I think and feel.
My thoughts and emotions have got mass appeal.
I've got stuff I need to voice, articulate and say;
My favorite teddy bear is named Ernest Hemingway.
Sitting with my journal or in front of the screen,
I can communicate my life, and say what I mean.
One day it'll happen, I can feel it in my soul.
I'll be a great writer, someone else's idol.
So, you think that you know me, that I'm easy or loose.
But I'm a real woman, who don't need your abuse.
Don't judge a book by its cover or from the look on my face.
I do my own thing, and go at my own pace.
I want the same things as you, and I want to be free
From this life that I live, so constrictedly.
I want romance, passion, desire and fame.
Keep to yourself the sorrow, aches and pain.
Dreams coming true, that's what I'm about.
And I'll convince you I'm a woman, that I have no doubt.
Your picture is bigger, a more complete view
Of this woman, this wonder, this hopeful you thought you knew.
I'm me, myself, and I'm just looking for some love.
Can you help me, please?, my name is Chloe Dove.
Well, there it is. I hope you like it. But, if you don't, PLEASE don't tell me for a few days because a) I'm close to being on my cycle, so I'm sort of vulnerable and fragile at the moment, and b) because I'm sort of emotional from writing it. It's been quite an experience. But, I'm just glad I can be part of your group who has responded to you lyrically.
Since I was sort of inspired by your rap and responded accordingly, I also wanted to follow suit (and, I swear, I am NOT copying you. I swear.) and give you a sample of my regular writing. I hope you like it also:
"The Insistent Musings That Loiter in the Mind of a Univeral Spitfire", or "I Have No Idea"
Hey, you, Knower of Things, answer me this: Do Jessica and Ashlee Simpson not get along, because they sure act like they hate each other? Who decided which words would be 'bad' words, since all words are just words? If words are just words, how come when I called my 10th grade chemistry teacher a 'cuntface shithead,' I was suspended- words are just words, right? When does the feeling of heartache turn into remorse- is it during the waking hours or while I'm asleep? Who is more powerful, Oprah Winfrey or Arnold Schwarzenegger? Who says we shouldn't eat banana peels? Why don't Hilary Duff and Lindsey Lohan just call a truce for all fans who are torn between the two? Why is Bette Midler the most oppressed dynamic force in show business? Why is paper money- just a small piece of paper- so valuable, and why can't I get away with counterfeiting it? Will boys be offended and dismayed to find my bras and panties do not ever match each other on any given day? Why does the spell of curiosity singe me like a third-degree burn, reminding me constantly of past high-priced mistakes, and of those misfortunes to come? How come I didn't get to see Gwen Stefani at the Claim Jumper like my friend Caitlin says she did? Did my friend Caitlin really see Gwen Stefani at the Claim Jumper? Hmm, can you answer me Those questions, oh, knowledgable One???? Hmm??? Can you???!?!?!?!
Well, I hope you like my writing in many different forms, AND, I hope you have a reasonable and happy answer for why you haven't responded to ANY of my poll questions... I could understandably chalk up your lack of response to your being busy, but judging from your rapping and wondering, it seems like you've had PLENTY of time to jot down some thoughts. All I asked for was a couple of answers to some easy questions, and the only reason I asked is because I CARE. Maybe that was a high-priced mistake I can add to my list of misfortunes. Is it???? I hope you can perhaps let me know what you think about my writing and if you've seen the movie 'Hide and Seek' yet.
Your frighteningly frusterated though not yet flustered and hopefully not Former friend, Chloe
Chloe Dove here:
I am desire
I must be must be
I am the fire
Cause I Can't be the Ash
I'm number one
Cause Two is Never Good Enough
I'm having fun
When you must hear me screaming
You'll taste my flesh
Because its crisp like waifer
You'll drink my blood
It stains your teeth like wine
I am enough
You can't want more I'm more
I am the drug
Let me be your cocaine
Gotta get in shape
So I can find a fat boy
Fake a smile so that
I can find a sad boy
Gotta act my age so I
Can find a young boy
Raising my IQ
So I can find a dumb boy
I see my name in lights
While you see brocolli stuck between my teeth
I whisper soft advice
While you are licking vodka off her splean
Oh how I sweetly siren
You will only listen when I stop
Oh how I do the right thing
You only see what i'm doing wrong---
Hey Housman, there is some "near rhyme" for you--
Chloe Dove--'05
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