Shoes and Cars

By Abdullah Masud

"Did you check out those new Nikes man?"

No, I had to do my homework

"Did you see that new Land Cruiser?"

No, I was thinking about where I came from

The land of deserts and scorching nights

Of Bedouins and Scholars obliging me to

live up to their heritage.

"Did you check out those new Blacktops?"

No, I ( Read more... )

Hello, my name is Bill Sutherland, and I have four things to tell you. Two are positive, one is negative, and one is neutral. Your job, however, is to tell me WHICH is WHICH. Why? Who knows? I made this up as I was writing it. Here goes ( Read more... )

IT'S TIME TO HAVE A LIVEJOURNAL PARTY, MOTHERFUCKER! WHEN I SAY LIVE, YOU SAY JOURNAL.
LIVE!
(JOURNAL)
LIVE!
(JOURNAL)
WHEN I SAY EMO, YOU SAY CRY
EMO!
(CRY)
EMO!
(CRY)
I'm Rick James, bitch.

I've been reading a few livejournals recently, (they all belong to strangers, mind you) and I've realized something. I hate emo people. I don't hate emo people because they listen to emo music. I don't hate emo people because they cry a lot. I don't hate emo people because they're just not fun to be around. Alright, actually, I hate them for all ( Read more... )

I rule.

I've decided to turn my long-defunct livejournal into a home for gangstas and playaz of all form. You see, I was going through a bunch of livejournals, and I realized that most of the entries are reserved for pussy-ass whining about emotions, conflicts, and drama. Well, what's the only antidote to being a pussy? Being an Illin' Mathematician. Since ( Read more... )