Rojonekku: THAT'S SO RAVEN

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Saturday, September 12

R3FL3CT10NS 0N WH4T 1 0NC3...

reflections on what I once
was remind me of how far
from true self I used to be

Tuesday, November 21

SONG OF THE DAY: I Don't Wanna Be A Freak (But I Can't Help Myself)

Contemplating going to wrestling school at my advanced age of 50 and becoming a heel new age intelligentsia manager who attempts to rile hillbilly crowds into knife attacks. How good I am at my job will be shown by the number of stab wounds I have on my deathbed. Anyways, pretty sure this is going to be my theme song, but I might chop and screw it. (I always chop and screw it up somehow.)

Saturday, December 3

41N'T 3V3R PR3T3ND3D T0...

ain’t ever pretended to
be the freshest dipped, but I
carry myself well enough

Saturday, October 29

SONG OF THE DAY: Come and Get Your Love (kudzu'd)

Fell into DJing at a ladies arm wrestling event tonight, so I’ve got on my nicest tracksuit and used a cotton swab with yarrow tincture to clean my dimples out real good. Y’all should follow me in real life… it’s a fun ride.

Sunday, September 4

SONG OF THE DAY: You Sexy Thing (kudzu'd)

Pretty sure this song is about me, especially when I'm wearing some fucked up obscure European basketball jersey throwback with matching Polo crew socks, and my dimples are turned up to 12 (on a scale of 1 to 5). Eyeballs are the soul windows, but when it comes to me, my dimples work with the eyes so it's like double pane glass window, so you can see my eyes shine but then the dimples do too sometimes because I'm feeling extra like myself.

Thursday, August 18

SONG OF THE DAY: Little Green Monster

It’s pretty easy to hate, getting mad at folks for not being the way you think they ought to be in this world. Been working on my own judgments lately, trying not to hate on folks, even if they’re not my type of people or somebody I’d trust. Folks can exist separate from you living full lives without you having to be all caught up in their shit. It tarnishes the enjoyment of your own life to be worried about that shit. Fake don’t realize it’s fake anyways – it feels real to them. And my real might be fake to somebody else. You get too caught up in all that shit, you’re consumed by self-doubt and external hating and resentment about things too far beyond your own control to be worrying about.
Side note: ain’t been writing much on here because I was down with covid for the past few weeks. My voice is still all sorts of fucked up, but when this song kicks off right after he says like his grandma used to tell him, and hits that “sha la la la la la lalala” – when my voice is right, I sing that shit to the cats smooth as fuck.