Hustle and flow flow flow against the dying of this night.

i have a poem due in like 15 or so hours. well, it's not due due, like a homework assignment, but i have this reading thing that i said i'd be a part of happening tonight. i mean, it's not like they SPECIALLY REQUESTED me or some shit (that would've been rad, *sigh* i miss that part of high school) buuuuuuut, i'm doing it anyway?

it's supposed to be about alter-egos. and, of course, the only thing i could think about was comic books. for the longest time i was staring at this computer screen thinking about mystique and cyclops and the fact that jean grey had no awesome mutant name until she died and became the MOTHERFUCKING MARVEL PHOENIX. but, i mean, besides that she was pretty lame to me - so, you can probably see what my problem's been as far as writing goes. i mean, i have like a page and a half of slightly readable, but completely horrible, slam poetry, but my mind is firmly on x-men (first class looks like a hot mess) and this poem isn't going anywhere.

this post has no elegance to it, and look! it even has cussing. well, shit.