"I am .... Desarray A. and Desarray A is the walking oxymoron to cloud 9's achilles heel. Black words written on white lines. Free verses, a bipolar rubix cube. Americas Prom Queen, sitting in Black Barbies coffin. An ongoing social experiment, Jykell and Hydes stepdaughter. I decided to be like me when I grow up. A Brooklyn N.Y native, my words are lyrics to spoken word music. I have insanity, my insanity does not have me. I am Desarray A. and Desarray A. is me."

My Pen is spiritually identically mathematically statically speaking,
turning 21, exceeding its life expectancy.
Different from yours,
it is still ignored by the 4 doors,
by the dwells of imagination.



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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

MEMO....

When I was a child, I spoke as a child,
I understood as a child, I thought as a child;
But when I became a man,
I put childish things away.
1 Corinthians 13:11