Thursday, December 23, 2010

Piss The World Off

How real is that? The feel of it quite tempting. Tempting, as in I just may. Ha. I'm told I think too much. I do. I used to be free flowing because I lived in Neverland. Now, I only visit on the weekends. My fault? Probably. But, can you blame me? Maybe it's the reason I feel I must always remind myself that these blogs are for me....and only for me. It's a fish eye view of what still goes on up here. So, dissect it as you must. At the end of the day, I know what I meant. My good friend purchased me a Christmas present this year. The gift of giving is a beautiful thing...but you can't front...receiving is awesome. Maybe it's because I haven't received any gifts that truly touched my soul as this one did, in a very long while....but...I'm thankful for the people I surround myself with. I'm constantly trying to convince myself that I do this for me, but the end of the day, it's for my people. Being selfish is a bit overrated. Tell the philosopher and the economist and they'll tell you otherwise. But that's cool....we've become a body who rages against the machine. Word to Zack De La Rocha. This isn't supposed to make sense. (See, there I go again) I'm gonna take it and run with it. New Year signifies a fresh start. It's time to hit hard. Pussy is power....and you boys better remember that. Don't be so literal either. It will be the death of you. Laziness and sickness has taken its toll. I'm still researching but I think I'm getting closer to a solution. Her hips kill me. Her thighs take me....and her...heh, yeah....sacrifices me. We know what it is. Brush your teeth, children.


Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Swan Song

I've nothing to write about. Begin contradiction: Lose yourself. The words have never been more true. I've invited beautiful people into my life. I've sifted out the debris. I love you. For everything. 13. The design only evolves. I'm getting back on track. I'll touch her hand one day. Broken thoughts are for me. A reminder as to what I'm supposed to be doing. What I've come to do. Never wager with me. Especially when it comes to H.E.R. I've cleansed my habitat. Soon, I will create. And I dedicate it all to those of you who envy....those consumed with jealousy, hate...and most importantly, the dream killers. Fuck your numbers. Fuck your connect. Fuck your inconsideration. I'm not negative...just human. To Plex: everyday you convince me that gravity isn't real. The realist negates....the dreamer accepts. Thank you. For everything.
I don't read over these.
Lose yourself.
Even if it kills you.
Sing your swan song.