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www.myspace.com/unlockthekeys enjoy the sounds! add me! give me a gig! or a straight financial donation. college ain't free! (and it's barely useful). "keep it movin" (my aunt pat):

i orginally wrote this for my myspace page. but someone thought it was unchristian, so i removed it. it's wierd but i feel like i'm going to have to edit and revise myself, in order for people to see what they need to see. i thought a pure calvin would be enuff. but obviously not. so henceforth everything will be "an image". you'll c.

anyway, this is back when i was trying to let people c me. foolishnes (or purity, innocence) is bound up in the heart of a child. here it goes: as unchristian as it gets:

i's my fathers son.he had a temper.sometimes he would hit me out of anger rather than discipline.impulsive.aggressive.as he is, so i am.with some exceptions.i didn't like football.he played in highschool and college.i didn't like the outdoors.i had allergies.and plus all the ( ) kids were skateboarding.and i tried skateboarding but it wasn't for me.nor were those kids.//i did gymnastics.i liked seeing dominique dawes at the '96 Olympics.her sexy behind.i like the idea of being graceful.of being limber.being fly.jazz.flying.on the fly.on a wall.crying.but i will also hit a mutherfucker.out of anger.as i am my father's...i hit hard.on the keys.not touch wise but i'm saying i be going for it.i be playing but not playing around.inside.outside.over.through.but never around.i like being fly.like ms. dawes. i do sound b(l)ack flips.handsprings.summersa(u)lts.no clogged arties.two my cuzins dead from over indulence...my cuzins talking bout where daddy at.where are our fathers?...Jesus Christ saved my life.and in the spirit of sonship i look to my father for a lot.last week for the first time, he talked to me like i was a man.//"if u want to stay in new york this summer, make it happen."//i hate college.i go to the new school for jazz and contemporary music.(i think jazz is contemporary music.maybe that's the problem.i definately know there is a problem.i got theories and shit.holler at me.)i love music because at the end of the day i'm not that smart.reality is a bitch and i head that she bites. i'm tryign to take a bite out this big apple, is hard.hard.paying rent for the first time.hard.insufficient funds. HARD. wanting those new kicks and having to wait.hard.that motherfucker shooting at Virgina Tech, right in my backyard.them not releasing those names soon enough.HARD.//music is a way for me to transcend my limitations as an intellectual.it is worship to me.when i can forget the circumstance say...God is.where i can feel beyond what i know.where faith and the joy of Lord are palpable.when i can nob my head in reverance.jazz is that vibe, in the moment.i'll take u to church the club.in Jesus's name.//i'm a writer sing (a little.of this little of that).but ma(i)nly.i'm my Father's son.they tell me i'm the spitting image.that would b nice.but sometimes i hit.hard.not out of discipline.but anger.young.black.male.stuntin like my Daddy.

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and if u really want some more calvin, a be on facebook quite often. it's like myspace, only cleaner. like difference between sam'l club and walmart. i'll let u think about that one. alright.--calvin