Monday, March 27, 2006


You may look at me, and my rocks, and become confused. It's happened before. In fact, it's entirely possible that you will look at me, and then my rocks, and then say to yourself, "Hey, I thought I knew this person, this person Jenny, and as I remembered it, she was just a girl from the block, but now she's got all these rocks." But here's the thing: I'm still the same person. I still break it down the same way. Regardless of my possession of rocks. Having rocks or not having rocks in no way precludes me from continuing to be from somewhere. How is that even possible? It's just a fact that I'm from the block. I could become an astronaut, fly to the moon, and live there with aliens, but I'd still be Jenny from the block. I couldn't, for instance, be Jenny from the farm, now could I? Or, say, Jenny from the subdivision. I can't go back in time. I don't have a time machine. Is that what you think these rocks are? Evidence of my ability to travel through time and space, and my application of said ability to conjure for myself an alternative history, one in which I'm no longer from the block, but am instead the daughter of a rich family, raised in a brownstone and educated at the finest schools, taking trips to Europe during the summer - all because I'm wearing a few rocks?

Listen. Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got. I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block.


King Koopa said...

Get your head out of 2003's ass

Ofc. Krupke said...

Is this your way of getting your rocks off?