Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Don't Worry Possum-

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josephine will relaunch soon with stories, love and tom FUCKERY.


ciao for now,
xx

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Mid Day Tom Fuckery!

Ciao fucker!

It may not seem like it, but spring like weather is actually coming! Here in NYC its 32 degrees and we are all walking around like in a fucking daze--shell shocked by the long brutal winter. But look here pimpin, this song right here will give you all the sunshine that you need.

Happy World Theatre Day to all of my comrades! The struggle is real, and its an honor to fight side by side with you.  Alright mummy's little possum, blast this song for all to hear. I love you. Yes, YOU.

(*oh and sorry for the lame commercial before the song. That's fucking youtube. So hope you don't get blueballs waiting on the song :)

x

mum

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Mid Day Jam! Celebrating 20 Years of Jamiroquai

Ciao fuckers!!!!

If you can believe it, this album turned 20years old this year. So like Tom and Donna say "TREAT YO SELF" and give this a listen. Peace to your day. Mummy loves you.

x






Live and Laugh friends.


Tuesday, October 29, 2013

When the Sun Rises Over The City Of Shoulders

And then sometimes I wonder if ol' John Henry would look at his sledgehammer collecting dust
in the corner of the room
(in the corners of my mind)
and think
Shit. I am tired.
I know the folklore as well as I know the
folks who dwell in the city of Chicagoland
Poughkeepsie
Scranton
Detroit
Watts
Gary
racing against a steam powered hammer
the closing of schools
the closing of minds
the closing of legs
(you pray because, just what the fuck are you sposed to do with that baby?
You're a baby yourself.)
And I try not to get mad when I see Flaming Hots, high fructose purple drink
at 8am on this bus-top; It's cold.
We are tired
We are weak
but we are strong.
Depressed economy
Depressed minds over sharing on social media
your pain
your disappoint and endless selfies
that annoy the shit out of me.
Finding the right angle in the bathroom
Filter
upload
caption
Are you sure you want to post? Yes.
upload that pain
for all the world to see, with a caption befitting him and her and her and him.
Oversharing. But then I think,
who else will celebrate you? Its always open season on little black girls.
Big ones too.
But then, through my annoyance of terrible images
(uploaded by us)
you decide whether or not to click Like
or simply look over the photo again.
And that's when I notice the all mighty powerful hammer propped against the wall.
Collecting dust.
Though she's mad and wants to live a life like she sees on VH1
I ask her, why bother being a muse to the worlds bullshit
When you have that mighty hammer right behind you.

Replace the selfies, with better images I beg you.

Folklore says this old hammer killed John Henry / but it won't kill me.
that was my chant, growing up here in Chicago.
I sang songs about John Henry as a child
replacing the lyrics
this old Daley segregationist legacy killed/ but it won't kill me.

Now pick up that sledge. For you are the victor.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Slick's Return to Closed Captioning for the Jive Impaired

Helllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooo mummy's little possum!!!!!!!!!

Where oh, where have you been?

I'm hoping dear reader, that is your burning question regarding my absence.  I've taken hiatus from the blogesphere before, but this for certain has been the longest gap. And for that my friend, I humbly place flowers, candies, incense and garland at your feet begging forgiveness.

I hate being away from you. Especially with so much shit that has happened in the world. Mass shootings, heart breaking trials, terrorist attacks, hate crimes, government shutdowns, class warfare, gender disparity, rape culture, and somehow thru it all...Coldplay still sells out stadiums, yet I can't find a Tears For Fears tee shirt to save my life.  Way to go assholes.

After the George Zimmerman trial, something in me broke. I couldn't think straight. I fell into a bit of a depression, and little by little the headlines each day consumed my thoughts. And I didn't have the strength to commit my thoughts to the page.

But that period is over now. This blog means more to me, than just jokes and funny pictures.  It may not have huge circulation--but someone out feels me. So, to the 37 of you that are reading this: thank you for not giving up on me.

 If you are new to my blog, welcome fucker. I make a lot of dick jokes, and have a fetish for writing the obituaries of assholes like Newt, and Ted Cruz.  If you can stomach my humor and opinionated opinions, I have 2 cardinal rules for this blog:

1. To write from an honest place, never mind the grammar, structure & rules. I am not a journalist.
2. To write only when I have something to say.

(and I suppose the third unwritten rule, is to always do thing in love. No matter how angry I am.)

That's it. Plain and simple.  If you thumb back through my postings you'll find plenty of typos, run on sentences, and dense vernacular that only the spazziest of spazzes could decode.  But over the last few months, writing my blog became difficult.

I moved to New York--Brooklyn, to be exact.  After living in Southern California for nearly 10 years, I decided to relocate to the east coast.  Talk about life altering. I've had HUGE adjustments since early May.

I moved from Los Angeles.
Moved into a tiny apartment and started a new life with my boo thang.
Traveled to Eastern Europe.
Got sick. Really sick   O_o
Battled ailments, not to mention rats.  They're everywhere outside in NY. And will rob you.
Got healthier *\0/*
Celebrated one year of my new shoulder!
Brokered peace agreement with NY rats     -__-
Had to adjust to the higher price of vodka.    :(
Discovered recreational usage of marijuana is frowned upon in NY but not coke. **I can't begin to tell you how much I miss dispensaries. I always felt safer in neighborhoods with tons of pot shops. Because pot heads are too stoned to get as hopped up and aggressive as some New Yorkers can be. *side eye
Adjust to the noise. The constant noise.  The languages, and dialects spoken a mile a minute.
The insanely high cost of living.
Walking.  I walk everywhere. Brooklyn to Manhattan. Manhattan to Brooklyn.
Some days it's for exercise, some days its to save money.

My life hasn't been awful, don't let that list above scare you in the least bit. There are a few other monumental things that have happened in the last few months, that are taking me on a wild ride.

 I have some exciting shit going on. I'm in the process of writing 2 new original plays and creating a television series.  I am also working to get another play produced in the world of commercial theatre; something that I have never done. My brain is full to say the least.  There are days where I cannot simply be bothered to have interaction with human beings.  Then there are other days where I want to hug kiss everyone I come into contact with, and skip along like a hippie in a field of mud.

Publicly, I've not commented on any of my professional goings on.  But for one particular project, I've been navigating a ship through some tricky waters. And I just thought "you know, I'm going through some major shit---and if I cultivate this correctly, my experience could be of interest to others. I won't over-share, or put annoying FB status everyday-- but maybe sharing a bit about my life, could help a young sister who's hoping to venture into producing---or writing or whatever the fuck. I don't know. And my life is filled with shenanigans, so why not?" So, I've decided to open up and share some experiences.

I don't have anything to loose, really.  Now, because things are on going I won't always fully disclose every detail--but I'll keep you posted from time to time. Because the stories are too fucking good to keep under wraps. So when the aliens come and probe our anus' for a glimpse of what we've done in this lifetime, I hope that they will see that I am stumbling down this journey like a fat toddler, curious, and determined to be the victor.

 Also, my brain has been speaking to me from a higher frequency. So yeah, if you see some poetry on here every now and again...welp, it just is what it is folks.

So darling fucker, I'm back and mad as a hatter! I've missed you. Welcome back to my life.

Won't you have me again?

I love you.

Ciao for now,


x

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