Every @robdelaney mention of @BarackObama since this post.
Each is brilliant in its own right, but taken together all at once it’s like seeing a puppy playdate on the moon.
Except the puppies all have access to oxygen somehow and don’t die immediately.
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That got dark in a hurry.
I think there’s a real opportunity here for a single-serving Tumblr of “Trending Topics Poetry,” where we take a screencap, the date/time, and the locale when the items line up so neatly.
The sixth man wake up drunk.
White chicks can’t sleep in living color.
Born to dance.
The beauty lies in finding the natural arrangement that fits best.
The sixth man wake up.
Drunk white chicks can’t sleep.
In living color, born to dance.
Or even still:
The sixth man wake up drunk white chicks.
Can’t sleep in. Living.
Color, born to dance.
3:15 am | Wed, Aug 17 2011 | United States