Who doesn’t love “goodness in the morning? I know that I like it, yo. It’s in the sheets, in the streets, and in this cup of jo. Oh!

Good morning kinfolk. This cup of jo under my nose is the strongest. And if you think either candidate has this election ‘in the bag,’ — you’d be the wrongest.

Let urgency find no one sitting idle. I filled out my ballot; used my pen like a mallet, now I’m off to the poll excited & unbridled. Any chance that you feel remotely the way I do?

Monday Morning Goodness, you are everything to me. I look forward to meeting you at the start of every week. On you I am sweet. Serially.

The weekend found me missing you, and writing quite a bit. I chronicled my roots, like Alex Haley did.

I love histories that are not hid. Beloved, do you know from whose DNA of which you were chipped? Where’d you get those eyes, those lips those thighs or those hips?

Does your family have a legacy chronicler? Are you, yourself – it? The weekend found me “finding myself.” I chronicled our tree quite a bit.

I felt a little like Black Thought; something-like a walking HBCU. Monday Morning Goodness when research-jonesing it is good to start with you.

I’d love to write a book or two but I keep getting side-lined with Final Draft. Film writing is my default; compositions of fiction and/or fact.

I can’t help but to give-in to that; I can’t help but to give-in to you. You are the best day 1 before day 2, and you’ve got some pretty impressive grooves. Ooo.

Be good to we, be good to me; shine your goodness for the world to see,

I’m Qui

a fan of thee, and the goodness of your opportunities.