on my block

if it's the moral issue concerning the legalization of drugs, how come we don't get up in arms over the saturated fat kingpins of the fast food circuit? i mean, the contents in most of our fast food establishments kill more people than the use of recreational drugs and creates a large degree of waste in our environment.

maybe i just wanna see the hamburgler, wendy, and that burger king slangin' on the block. i figure hamburgler carries a ruger around in his pants, while wendy gets her crew to chainsaw competition. the king guy...i don't know. i could just see him smilin' while he slices up miscreants like the dahmer that he is.

city paper, 1995

mr. mark eats at subway since jarred lost his big poppa status.

the world is yours

if you were a country, which would you be? imma have to stick to my childhood choice of italy. you're apparently born with a whistle (i can't), loafers and slacks are prerequisites, if you scream out to someone else during sex, you've got a 90% chance of naming the person you're already boinkin' (maria or antonio), and you can become a superhero simply by robbing people. ya gotta love that.

but i don't eat much pasta no more and probably gotta start looking at my carb intake. let's say japan for a minute because it's fresh food, slippers, men that "humphf," gals that giggle in mini skirts, and a mom's basement blog would probably lead to a second career as an anime style superhero.

florence, italy, 2008

mr. mark is going back to the first 'cause he can get away with chest hair and a lack of spf in the mediterranean.

Episode 2- Ethnic Cleansing

Hip Hop From Mom's Basement- Ethnic Cleansing from Mr. Mark on Vimeo.

When did we start using food analogies, brother?

u, black maybe, again?

used to work with an older black woman who was raw, sweet, and stronger than anyone i ever knew...ya feel me? told me about one time in the south, way back in the day, she walks into a diner and asks for a hamburger.

"we don't serve black people here," the server replied.

"i didn't ask for a black people. i asked for a hamburger."

mad respect, yo.

buenos aires, argentina, 2006

do you need a character to sell flour, anyway? it's a pretty essential ingredient.

u, black maybe

there are warnings on meat in latin america that caution "raw meat consumption may lead to blackface." yet, it still remains a delicacy. crazy world, yo.

maybe they only had a can of jolson 27 left.

cusco, perú, 2006

mr. mark would like to warn that raw meat consumption can also make brown stuff in other places.

the visualz

highways in this country really mess with your identity. if it isn't making you feel bad for not knowing your new testament, it's taunting you to stop and say hello to the friendly folks that live in cracker barrels, waffle houses, and sbarro's (which i figure is some kind of native american saying...which makes me feel worse for not having cultural sensitivity). my community don't have none of this...i'm really not feeling "alive with pleasure" as you say. however, this country affords everyone the right to their independence of spirit and with patience you can find your identity on the side of the road. mine smells like rae dawn chong.

signs and billboards are america's way of telling you where you're going. they also sell shit too.

jerome, arizona, 2008

mr. mark will trade mom's basement for an overnight in a waffle house one day.