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Stop AIDS in Children

Wednesday, August 29, 2007 by Billy


VideoJug: How To Format Dialogue In A Film Script

Thursday, August 23, 2007 by Billy

fond cole diaries8 my spoken word reaction to hurricane dean pounding ghetto world.

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Monday, August 20, 2007 by Billy

Called Me Dead


One moment J is pushing the hot wheels with both hands and spirit. Down Goodwill avenue he flies past astonished impressed faces. He never hits the bottom.

An electron sparks binary Coup d'etat. A nauseous ring tone emanates from a nauseous cellphone. J should have puked instead.

He never defies his fate. And fate won't ever complain.

A tattooed hand picks up the tech. The hello crashes into the void.

In the second story window of Wilson's grocery the mangled machine smokes and waits. Blood and gore drips to the ground, unto the mob.

After the wreckage is hacked away, when the mob has returned to its lair the cellphone hits the ground.

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