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my kind of wonderful

Posted in purple cows on January 19, 2009 by trace


dear, nikki farquharson

you’re the shit.

sincerely, trace


Thank God for Underage First Kids

Posted in black girl power, purple cows on January 19, 2009 by trace


The more I think about Obama’s presidency, the more I believe in destiny. All the way down to the elementary age of his Black beauties, Sasha & Malia. I can’t imagine how frantic my mind would be if these girls were in their teens. Photos of them hugging up on rappers, rumors of sloppy pregnancies, high school beer binging…Black America wouldn’t be able to handle it. So to the Almighty One – thank you : )

pedophile bate and then some…

Posted in midday wow, purple cows, small screens, traceinspace on January 12, 2009 by trace

I’ll keep it so real with you, a singing kid annoys me. And after some short personal analysis, I think it’s because I forever pulped any epiphany suggesting that I in fact couldn’t sing. See my ears started getting these crazy ideas back in the early 2000s that my vocal chords had somehow become the strongest part of my body. I blame this all on Britney Spears, whose lucky saccharine harmonies had me thinking i could belt out national anthems on malnutritioned lungs. Bitch. So mini Whitneys, pint sized Aguileras…yeah they don’t do it for me. I envy children who can outgame adults, especially when it comes to their lifelong dreams.
Now dancing. That’s my sport. Shorty up top can have all of Sesame Street hollering her name, but I’m not phased…Oh god, I just realized I’m talking smack about a fifth grader in a pink skirt. Sigh. Britney, this is all your fault.


Posted in purple cows, speaker food with tags on October 25, 2008 by trace

I say this is some pretty efficient artwork, considering the fact that no one purchases singles from record stores. Did anyone ever do that after Napster?


Posted in purple cows, small screens with tags on October 25, 2008 by trace

Have you seen Gummo? No, not just this scene from Belly.


There’s way too much sanity in that clip. Yeah, sanity. So I’ve realized this past week that so many blacks and browns know OF this movie, but have yet to experience it. By the way, view would have been beyond inappropriate to use. My white boys will feel me on this.

I could end this post now with just one sentence. Gummo is birthed from the same creator as Kids, Harmony Korine. But what can I say, I like to write.

The film opens with a sullen introduction of Xenia, Ohio, a small town that was tackled by a tornado during the early 70s. The next 90 minutes follow several main characters, youngns fenced in monotony, who thrive off of nihilism and butchery. Glazed over are also vignettes of random townsfolk infected with amoral past times due to uniformed boredom. A plot is barely existent, but that’s the magic in Gummo. Ultimately, there’s no one to root for. No hero. No villain. Just lives lost in a barren reality. This was the first film where I ever felt as if I were intruding on the characters. I purposely distracted myself at times to detach myself from the insanity. It was that serious. I’m not even sure what to think of someone who can watch¬†experience this twice. But at the same time, I have to own this film. And you do too.

FYI: Gummo was one of the Marx Brothers. You already know…


Posted in midday wow, purple cows, traceinspace with tags on October 25, 2008 by trace

[!] title via cajus


MEET KANYE’S BFF – vanessa beecroft

Posted in purple cows with tags on October 11, 2008 by trace

I’ve never seen her face, but I want her.