me name

marc
(variation of Marcus)

"As a masculine given name, Marcus or Markus is of Ancient Roman pre-Christian origin referring to the mythological figure Mars. Because Mars was identified as the Roman god of War, the name 'Marcus' can by extension be taken to refer to Ares in the Greek pantheon."

dominic

"Dominic is a male name. Translated from Latin it means 'of our lord' or 'belonging to God'. "

fernandes
(variation on fernando / ferdinand)

"[Fernando is] An Italian, Portuguese or Spanish given name equivalent to English Ferdinand, meaning "to be courageous"; adventurer."

i pronounce my first name the way the english would, with a silent R. i pronounce my last name like this: "fuh-nanz". say it that way and i will love you forever. my middle name i don't use and i'm not of the opinion that i "belong to God". of course, as a typical boy i like all the courageous adventurer and God of War stuff. =P

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closer... closer i got to the girl on the subway. the courage was welling within me, or maybe i was just happy to see her, who knows. but then a blinding flash of light. confusion. everything around me faded to black, i mean, African-American. quiet.

i awoke in a shady motel, the kind that would only exist in a movie inspired by a graphic novel about sensational yet shadowy goings-on in a den of urban decay. is-is this-this real-real?-? screeeeeeeeeeee!!!! ahhhh! feedback temporarily disabled me as my inner monologue resonated with the first person narration of the graphic novel i was apparently stuck in.

i adjusted to my surroundings. the frosty window's moonbeams fell across a ruffled bed in the corner of the room revealing a choppy satin ocean frozen in time. it wouldn't be frozen in temperature, because, like, global warming and shit. subtle reflections -barely perceptible slivers of light skimming off the glossy sheets- made out the shape of a woman's body. i hadn't much time. was she dead or asleep? i quickly checked the bathroom's medicine cabinet for condoms, deeply pondering on whether i would be checking for condoms if she were dead. "ain't the question," i heard my myself utter, as if adopting the cadences of a graphic novel's caricatured protagonist.

"what is the question then?"

the voice had come from the bed. a sultry voice piercing the quiet, as vivid as areolae on a summer day during National Magnifying Glass week and Breast Awareness month. a memory stirred. i forget which one. i asked her name and a list of 20 things that turned women on. she moved out from under the sheets revealing the embellished cartoon body of a comic book heroine. my eyes focused. my breath drew in abruptly. she *was* some sort of cartoon comic book heroine!

little did i know i had been preparing for this moment all my life. ever since the advent of moving pictures all manner of men have had to personally confront that most profound of philosophical conundrums... "would you hit it if it were a cartoon?"

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the word on Wall Street

even this rap shit's a grown man business
you'll take your rhymes to a piggy bank if the crowd lose interest
but when my money rise up the feds intervene
with their warrant-less wiretaps and red laser beams
money wanted to fire back but money was wise to that
paintin us as targets for making black markets...
ridiculous charges, trumped like subprime mortgage
in the projects least we got no slum rhyme shortage,
all that garbage you design as your markets decline
your wealth stands corrected so you want piece of mine?
haha. i laugh cuz i'm highly stressed ragin off these IRS agents.
i just want peace of mind.

word is bonds son,
my money's in inequities,
go get chinatown to sponsor your treasuries, nigga.


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