The Smiths have entered my ears

every now and then i’ll download a discography and try to get into it, it took me a while, but this song has officially roped me

the video is set to art by…some guy

Stay Classy,

expand your iTunes library,



i'm a sarcastic ass, especially in the morning

thanks for angry-rant inducing text this morn matty, i luv ya

My brother woke me up with this b.s. this morning. For a little context, he had just told me two days ago that he couldn’t live with me because I was “too dirty for his taste”. Alleging instances where I supposedly leave used dishes with caked-on food lying around my room. And…I am working at home and I’m a light sleeper.

Matthew – Donde es el Tabasco sauce???

Tyrone – Bottle dropped and broke

Matt – Wtf

Ty – j/k

M – So it’s beside your bed?
Under your pillow?

T – Don’t you have work to do?
I left it in the basement, warden

M – I wanted to put some [Tabasco] on my fucking lunch and eggs this
morning but it was no where to be found!

T – Oh, that’s a shame

M – You don’t even think of these things… It’s just the way you are which is
one of the reasons I say I can’t live with your ass

T – Yeah, I’m a bad person

M- Case in point.

T – The way I am … is … If you asked me to procure the Tabasco sauce for you this morning when you opened my bedroom door, I would have. If you ask me to clean something, I’d do it. Anything, I’d do it. I’m glad you’re communicating now, about having measured, weighed me, and found my character wanting or least not up to par with your lofty standards. Open your mouth and say what needs to be said next time, instead of walking away with a tasteless sandwich and a biting your tongue and stomping like a little bitch!

M – I didn’t want to wake you this morning. Had another quick look around for it in the kitchen before I left instead

T – Then I’m sorry, I apologize for your pussy-footing around my door aujourd’hui. I have all day to sleep. If you are so sure that I am this prickish unsanitary fellow that you have conjured up, Horatio, then treat me as such in the moment, wake me up, speak, [so as] to spare me a repeat of this drab bland-sandwich-discourse. I hope you deal with whatever’s really bothering you and come out on top. Enjoy the rest of your day.

M – Lol. I’m fine man. Lol. It wasn’t that big a deal. It was your reaction that was annoying to me

….i did not respond any further.

What do you think of that? Yeah, I was being rude when he first asked, with 3 question marks, but his text woke me up! I was cranky! fuck!

Stay Classy Internet,

although as you can clearly see from above, it ain’t always so easy, work your way with words and a heart that’s true, down the mountain of conflict, to the calm sea bed of compromise,

Black Ty

The Weeknd – High For This

oh the things we do on the weekend




Movie Monday: MIRAL

Frieda Pinto as Miral

As an English Teacher travelling to far off foreign lands, it is only a matter of time before your ignorance is exposed. In Egypt, I learned that it is not always so simple and easy for someone to just want peace. A student of mine asked me plainly: “What would you do if they came into your homes and killed your people?”

“Miral is the name of a flower. It grows on the side of the road. You’ve probably seen millions of them.”

I came across the movie as I usually do new movies, on some random movie blog. I looked it up on as saw some very small minded people giving the film very small minded reviews. Asking why Miral only looks at the issue in Palestine/Israel from the Arab point of view.

On HBO’s original series (and one of the few news related shows on TV/satellite which is honest) Real Time With Bill Maher’s guest last Friday was the director of The Diving Bell and The Butterfly, Basquiat, and Miral itself. He answered his critics like a real honest-to-the-source-material art-house director would “We already know our side,” said the Jewish-American director, speaking on behalf of the general Western sheltered culture. I couldn’t agree more, we understand so little of the personal experience of an entire race of people. We need not look outside of even our own races to find open gaps in our knowledge of life in areas less ‘civilized’ than ours. Let alone try to assume things based on books, movies, and let’s face, stereotype.

Miral takes a look at the female experience in a war torn region of the Islamic world that may never be able to find a peaceful resolution. On a deeper level, it looks at a person’s primal desire, when backed against the wall, to “take up arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them.” The arousal to fight manifests whether or not the person believes he or she can triumph over whatever adversary they are facing. This is the pride that resides in the hearts of all men and women. It is the strength of the human spirit. Its will to fight for what is ‘right’ no matter the cost that – the Arab people I’ve met believe – will only result in a Palestinian victory.

Peep the trailer:

“No future for them, without one for us.”
I don’t condone violence, but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand it under some circumstances. It is an inescapable part of our natures, of our histories. …inescapable? Surely the history is a large and complicated issue, but I think the healing should start with women being treated accordingly; as our most valuable assets.

4/5 Black Ty’s

Ma ‘is salaama


not making excuses, slow grind, soon turn to fast wine


yeah the book could have been done, and should have been finished by now
but just two days ago, a piece of my past resurfaced right in time for the rewrite i was doing on a particular chapter

i don’t believe in coincidences

so yeah, it’s taking me a while, but at least i haven’t stopped writing

“slow down if you must, but just don’t stop” – someone said that right?

i said this:

“crafting the everlasting, not a throw away
want you to read her and say i kilt her
not tear off the corners for your filters”

Class, class, class,


check out

R.I.P. we shall carry on your legacy

Red Eye Ty

she stood approximately 5’8″
more than just beautiful her mind’s great
with aspirations for our time’s sake
thought it impossible, she’s my date?
young winnie mandell,
make my little man swell
crude construct, but the rhyme stands well
when you consider, few could get her
not that she was never scooped
but hearts grow bitter, freeze and splinter
when niggaz riding in them coups

that was then…

this is now…

*shots fired*

she stood approximately 5’8″
ate so much pho, that her mind’s fake
if fib was dude, she would be lies mate
dumb bitches increase the crime rate
young wanna be cantrell
blu, ring many man bell
rude blonde slut, but the facade stands well
when you permit her, soup and dinner
that’s how she devise the doop
thinking of a remix
while she riding in your coup


i’m not bitter, i’m already on to the next one, and having mad fun

just venting, airing out the gas you blew up my ass, scheming lass

Stay Classy Internet,

I’m Black Ty

and this is….