A Diatribe Called Quest

This blog is nothing more than an honest attempt to splice a lot of Chonkyfire with a little rock 'n roll. The thoughts and opinions expressed herein cannot be attributed to any one person, but rather to a state of mind. The material you view below is not subject to editing, filtering, censoring, euphemising or any other detestable bastardizations.

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Why?

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Now why would this sonnet be about love? When love has directed me toward the thorns Unwoven all the things that it first wove And ...
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Monday, December 14, 2015

Monday

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Vicenza : Drinking bourbon and listening to songs dreaming about sex. My Monday is envious of your Monday. Alvaro : Well you're the ...
Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Whiskey

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Whiskey, neat. Whiskey's neat. Whiskey is neat. Whiskey'd be neat. Whiskey would be neat. A whiskey would be neat. A w...
Tuesday, July 23, 2013

A few more couplets

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Breaking the crusty eyed, 4-inch dust blanket bullcrap hiatus haters is inelegant at best.  Still, where there's work to be done, it ...

27 Boxes in 15 Minutes

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Wistful whisky walking briskly Tumbling warmth, a welling of my youth Dwell in my chest, tell me truth: You are sparse, placid, I'...
Thursday, August 9, 2012

The Alphabet, Part III

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Things are getting hairy.  No, not down there, I hit puberty months ago.  I mean the Sasquatch I am tracking.  There are no Sasquatch on ...
Tuesday, August 7, 2012

The Alphabet, Part II

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After E, the alphabet gets decidedly less friendly.  Consonants come out of the fucking woodwork and you'd better hope you have more t...
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