From the heart

Four black teens in Philadelphia with nothing other than weekly tranpasses and opinions. Still, the criticism and general interpretation seem to change from day to day regardless of aforementioned teens consistency.

Whatever. We're not doing anyone some terrible injustice, and we don't claim to be changing the world or enlightening the folk beyond belief or recognition. Credences, food for thought, images, a few laughs here and there, and opinions are all that we can offer you. Whether you choose to accept or decline, you are here, as are we, daily.

To face the rain or sunshine, parade or riot, cookout or Saturday detention..We ride Septa.

- Til' the very end, Nya Ari, Samir S, Trent XIII, and Hez

Sunday, November 29, 2009

The crevices of The mind

Hewleus Prime (my laptop) is stuffed to the very last mb of his Memory with my photo's, poetry, english essays, video's, and music. If Hewleus could speak I'm sure that he'd tell me that he's too young to harbor everything that I have ever thought/felt. But he cannot talk, and each day when I'm not taking advantage of everything social in my dorm, writing on the blog, melting my brain in class, or staring at the creme' ceiling; Hewleus is learning more & more about me. He keeps sending me little signs (virtual memory too low) and frankly I've grown just as tired of it.

So I sat and I thought about it, "Why give all of myself to someone who doesn't appreciate me? There must be someone, something out there that sits in wait of something new to lay their eyes over, to laugh at, to grimace at, to take and call their own with no regard to how I feel about it...There must be somewhere, someplace that I can put all of this nonsense."

..And that's when it hit me, it is possible that someone visits this blog daily, looking for something new to read or to think about; with no avail. In fact, you're reading this now because you're hoping that I won't dissapoint you.

I do not plan to.

Welcome to the Crevices of the mind, free of anything that you've seen anywhere else. Photography, poetry, random thoughts, maybe a video here or there. Everything that you will see under anything entitled "The Crevices of The Mind" is a direct product of the mind, body and soul.

Here is a poem that I wrote a little while ago, with matters of the heart on my mind obviously. I hope that you enjoy and I'd appreciate your comments.

Welcome again,

"They say that love's a destination,

so for now I'm complacent, patient.

Pacing myself, slowing my heart beat for the day that I might face it.

Fed up with the facades and fools growing closer to the spaces

that love dwells.

Contanminating a land not meant to be tainted

by time,

but of it I know well.

Hours have past these years at last,

growing closer to the day that I'd be under spell

once again, through fields of dreams and the backwoods of hell

where once I fainted.

And faintly became amazed at the ways

that under daze sanity and sense do fade like the ringing of the bells,

marking the end of days fueled by youth and well

Breathing's not so easy, not so alone now.

Grown now, surrounded by glazed eyes,

drone's who's intentions only time will tell.

Is it love that I have within my sights?

Only time will tell.

And only this rhyme can tell my tale of a heart that failed to beat slow enough

rapid contractions caused my actions to act like I was so in love,

which I was.

But for some I guess that's the killer of a buzz that they call crush

So her crush was crushed,

and I got crushed.

Came back from a cloud called love

and she took flight to the sky called lust

See she might never flee to a place that she couldn't feel when her eyelids fell

The cloud was too high for her to perceive so her eyelids fell,

in wait of the sun to highlight the sky and undo the spell-

under which we'd fallen.

And that made things too hard to believe.

Lung full of sky but too hard to breathe.

Wheezing was the sound of my evenings

but easy.

Here I am now, with nothing but time by my feet

that creep closer to the land of the sweet

believe me, my mind has aged and my heart's been seasoned.

For just long enough to leave me staring at the ceiling sleepless,

feeling a little bit beaten wishing love woud relieve me-

or passion would free me from this journey.

This cursed traverse where mental roads have burnt me,

screamed on the inside so only my demons could have heard me

and turned me to neglect the progress that I might have made.

Slave to the story from a book that's been misplaced,

titled lost love, binded in leather, pleasure, and feathers from the birds of space-

stars I mean with ink that's green and a map on the last page.

At a place that few have traveled to by mind than chose to erase-

the directions for protection of a heart who could no longer fight it

or it's inhabitants.

Back from this place, loss on my face,

but feel regret for time lost?

I haven't since.

Nor do I wish to rewind it,

I'm not a victim but a culprit of misguiding

It seems to me that in light or on a scribe love is where you find it,

or choose to write it.

etched on a tree, or in a set of pretty brown eyes that I've found to be blinding

or trying, with every step that I take temptation is hiding.

Disguised as lips or fingertips that confine me from writing and flying in hopes of finding-

where love dwells."

Saturday, November 28, 2009

9. Siddartha.

Siddartha is a great book. It taught me a lot about time, and how it should be spent. We all live so worried because time is running short, running out, and yet it is running non-stop. And no one seems to notice that time is simply running us.

"The concept of time is embedded in me. I can turn off all my clocks and alter my own wristwatch to run backwards (r.i.p. grandpop ike!), but when it's all said and done, my obligation to cope with society (and not be considered a mad man) requires me to cope with the illusion of time.
All my life, I have known time to be everything. Time is money, money is resource. Time is numbered because "life's shorrt". Some have more time than others. Therefor, time is of value; all of this is true. Time is one thing that binds us all together into what we call...socity. It's something that we all know, but take for granted because the concept of time is embedded in all of us. It is society's heartbeat that circulates substance into us all collectively by the second. We need time as a whole, but between you and I, it is only an illusion. It is not a factor. It does not exist. Between you and I, there is only right now. Not the hint of our tomorrows, nor the shadows of the past...only now."

R.I.P. Grandpop


Sunday, November 22, 2009

Round something



Divided X American Apparel X APC X Vans

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American Apparel X 10 deep X American Apparel X Jordan


American Apparel X American Apparel X APC X Jordan



Thrift X American Apparel X American Apparel X Sperry


American Apparel X American Apparel X APC X Nike


BDG X Theory X American Apparel X American Apparel X Clarks


American Apparel X Undrcrwn X APC X Vans



CHIT X American Apparel X Jordan


CHIT X American Apparel X APC X Vans


Thrift X American Apparel X American Apparel X Vans


Divided X American Apparel X Jordan



American Apparel X American Apparel X Nike


BDG X Ice Cream X APC X Nike


American Apparel X American Apparel X American Apparel X Clarks


Divided X American Apparel X Clarks



American Apparel X American Apparel X APC X Vans


Divided X American Apparel X Clarks


Ralph Lauren X American Apparel X Clarks

I apologize for an intense lack of words on the blog lately.
WRS will be returning to the normalcy within the next few weeks (during winter break). Bear with us.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Thursday, November 19, 2009

8. redskins cheerleader


At first glance, it may not seem like something to take seriously but he drops a lot of science! AND IT'S FUNNY

Monday, November 16, 2009

Sunday, November 15, 2009

6. Booty Pop

lol...This is what it's come to, huh.

Monday, November 9, 2009

5. Mos Def X MF DOOM

Mos Def doin Meet Grinder off of Madvillain

I smell a collaaaaaaaaaab!
& Shouts to Chenidu for the heads up.


Saturday, November 7, 2009


Young Ryan Leslie.

3. Priority!

shit I could live by.
Priority - Mos Def

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Monday, November 2, 2009


So, I made a trip out to the Art Museum this Sunday. Unplanned, unexpected, but whatever. I was feeling a little "blah" at the time and I just wanted to fi...uhgh, It's hard to explain.

Thomas Eakins - The Gross Clinic
Made A visit to the art museum this Sunday, and saw some REALLY cool shit.

Kay Sage - Tomorrow Is Never

Georges Braque - Violin and Newspaper
(He has this awesome thing for violins. lol)

Jasper Johns - Skin With O'hara Poem

Lee Krasner - Composition

Andy Warhol - Little Electric Chair
(I'd look him up, he has some really cool "Pop Art")

Jackson Pollock - No. 1

Sometimes you may feel lonely, or just sad or pathetic...And that's great. Becuase in the midst of all that misery, being able to comiserate with the things that you love most is the greatest feeling. I think I might've exposed myself to so many different things this sunday. I can't even really describe the peace in mind I have right now, but I can say that I do have peace in mind. I'm babbling....there is a point to this though.

Try going out to an art gallrey once or twice. Shit, hit up the Art Museum! I don't how appealing these'll look on your computer screen, but I can definately tell you they're no where near as touching as the real thing..