These Things Happen.(HO Adventures.)

I recieved an email from one of my homegirls recently about one of her many "ho adventures" as I would like to call them. She relays quite a few stories my way of the hoes she choses to keep company with so I decided to start writing posts of them.

This is a rare (or not so rare) look into the realm of the ho and the men, and women for that matter who exploit them.

And I quote..............


"I don't know if I'm gonna talk to you today, so you'll have to read this, yeah I know it saddens you that you might not get to talk to me. Hey what can I say I'm a busy girl.
Anyway, saturday night, I think it was saturday, yeah well go with that. Okay saturday night, I go with one of my friends (who will remain nameless), okay so I'm with this nameless friend, wait I gotta back up let me tell you how she tricked me first. She called and asked me if i wanted to go out to eat, so thinking nothing of it I said yeah.....so we go out, we eat, we talk, then she asked me if I would come with her to pick up one of her friends. Shit it's her car so I said sure. So when we get to her friends I already knew who she was talking about, these are the same no good niggaz that i used to kick it with......(shut up man I was younger okay, YOUNGER). Anyway so when we pull up I was like no I don't want to go in, I guess they saw the car pull up because then a few of 'em came out. So now I'm like "fuck" so they get to the car and was like "I know thats not *---* sitting over there", so by the end of the conversation I'm in the house. So we're all sitting around talking, you got people drinking and smoking but not me of course, I gotta say aware of my surroundings, so about an hour pass and then some other girls show up so they start playing drinking games, Anthony you should have saw these girls and what they were doing. There were bitches butt ass naked, it was one big orgy, and I don't want to stay and watch but man it was interesting, females were freaking females, males in the corner getting head, man it was crazy....and i just kinda sat there, what was I suppose to do. Anthony I found out my friend is into girls.......what if she tries to turn me out.

Okay that was one of my stories, the next actually pisses me off because my friend Layla, I told you about her, she's the one with three kids....you know what i'm just going to tell you the rest of my stories over the phone because this is email is getting too long and i'm tired of typing so you be looking for my call."


More to come folks, she has others but that was the funniest one. I told you to stop hangin out with them hoes girl, that what you get. Hopefully you'll continue to not listen to me though this shit is good. HOLLA BACK Yall!!

Nature's Son............(poem)

I listen to the songs of old, and paint the good moments now posted on the wall.
This is for the Times,
This is for the Vibe,
This is for everything that is, and the child I used to be.
Eyes closed I feel the beat,
Hoping each time it takes me
Far Far Far away.
Where law is written by turntablalists, and B-boys patrol the streets
Political Emcees, block parties, chocolate cities, where I'd artwalk the night away
Like Jet Set Radio.
Where flavors unfold and skill is shown, I'm grown but thats my never never land
A Penny Lane hello,
A symphany fellow, and cool mellow groove, like just vibin like,
I'm Alive man in silence I'm still Time Traveling
Beyond average, still standing and non staggering.
The last of them
And my eyes are closed
And Yo I side with those, as in thugs, hustlas, and have not, I don't mean the cash pots
NO, I'm speaking of the please I have not
Not seen the sunrise, Not felt the raindrops on my face, I've been struggling to keep pace
So I don't take time to notice.
I work for quotas, see I'm a novice in life I just want a piece of the pie
Or kick it with my dime and nickel.
An ice sickle when the weathers dry, a sweet and long goodbye, but I'll see you again
Like true friends.
I wanna wonder where the day went and yet not worry cause it was good time spent
Amongst those close like the water fights I remember.
Time rushes just like water so it seems
Fluid
Yet we swam thru it, cause to do it mean to be free.
I'd change nothing because I've made something of myself
See I'm a survivor
So A toast to the moment and to those who've made it this far
I am my brothers keeper
And I'm gone look out for yall.

Need for Speed

Ok so here's the actual picture of my2003 GSXR 750. This is the apple of my eye and currently my most prized possesion. I must say that for years I never thought I'd be one of those guys who ripped up and down town on the back of a crocth rocket, but....here it is.


This thing makes me feel like superman. I mean you can actually "cruise" at over a hundred miles an hour and it's nothing. I'd consider myself more cautious than wreckless compared to those I ride with, but it doesn't take much to get a rush from these things.

Now I get the usual when those who know me see me pull up on this thing like, "Be careful, ride safe." I can understand that, but for some reason that just rubs me wrong. I like to compare it to telling a actor to break a leg. Bad luck. I'm gonna be careful and as safe as I can, but shit happens and I've accepted that. I got this thing knowning that and besides, I wanna live more dangerously. Like a friend of mine says, "No point tip-toeing thru life just to arrive safely at death." Personally if i had to pick, I'd rather die riding my bike than choking on a chicken bone, or getting shot or stabbed or something. And shit like that goes down just going out the the club.

Taking the good with the bad, the good is that women really like bikes, breast feel really good on your back especially when you gun the throttle, and riding around feeling badass is an ego trip in itself. I'm still hoping my biker buddies don't make a monster out of me. I know Gary has thought to himself by now, "Aw shit, I done left for graduate school, and look what this crazy muthafucka got himself into." My reply is "Hey man you need to get a bike too."

The Black SuperMan has arrived.

"Some people hate me but others can all agree.
Yeah he's an asshole but really I lovit the way he speaks to me"

Yall be cool. And watch out for guys on thier bikes.

"CAGERS!" 

Food for Thought

I can't believe how many people actually read this shit, and don't leave any comments.
No "Hey man I enjoy your post, keep up the good work." No "We hate you and you ARE an ASShole, eat shit and die." Nothing. It almost feels like I'm being watched without knowing. I mean I'm so used to knowning the only person thats gonna respond is my good friend Gary, so I kinda got to thinking that this was our little private place. lol.



That is all.

The Fallen

Even SuperHeroes fall.

I tell myself that sometimes when things just aint going my way.
Lately I've just been tired trying to do so much with the music and work, plus juggle my friends. I realized today that I'm an asshole, and even though I think I was driven too it I can't sugar coat my behavior or justify it in anyway.



SpiderMan saves people from people, and some people from themselves. Thru his affairs some people don't like him, this jeopardizes his family and close friends. Thru his affairs sometimes it mean fucking some people over who depend on him. RESPONSIBILITY is the word I think I'm getting at here. In a not so superhero way, I'm just like SpiderMan. And thru my affairs some people like me, and some people hate me. Though hate may be a strong word I don't think it's too far off key to use it in this post so that you all get the picture. My current mood is "pissed", and no today has not been good to me. I try and remember that "Even SuperHeroes fall."
I've strayed from responsibility, I don't like being responsible for how someone feels due to my actions which I'm sure is why I've strayed from relationships, aswell as having any more kids than the one I have now.
For some reason I thought these things would come more easily in life, but I've been wrong.
Some women have more or less began to hate me. They think that I'm immature, or that I'm unwilling to commit. I think I'm just to pessimistic for a relationship right now, but I'd like to learn to be otherwise. Is that wrong.
Relationships represent being tied down to me, and I see it in the ones around me. I go to a friends house and asking them to hang out is similar to when I was a child, knocking on a playmates door to meet those large people we called parents and saying the following, "Can Steven come out to play." Then watching on as Steven grabs his coat announcing what time he'd be back and where he'd be as if they might object, then correct him as they saw fit.

My headaches but I don't use asprin. I may need a psychologist, but I can't afford to ask him.
Sometimes I laugh in the misdst of my pain, and I'd never admit that I'm acting. Not even to myself. I'm just tired friends. Tired of the bullshit, tired of how complicated life can be sometimes. Tired of the lies, hell even tired of just watching the days go by. And then I gotta admit to myself that hey, "Even Superheroes fall", sometimes.

Today someone close broke my heart, I thought we was better than that. I hope this post doesn't sound suicidal cause I know I'm better than that. I just wanted someone to talk to, and since no one was around. I just said fuckit, got online, and jotted this shit down. Today I can't front I'm really feeling this frown. But to those who still down stick around, I know I'll smile again.

So here's to friends.........

And everything that comes with 'em.

Cheers.

The Motherland....(Fuckit)

This is dedicated to all you pro black/back to africa muthafuckaz out there. As well as you white supremists.

I was born in America, as my father before me, and his father before him and so on. America is my home, my motherland. I eat from this land(for that matter so does most of the rest of this world.) I'm gonna die here one day as long as I have a say in it.
Fuck africa, it's as foreign to me as Russia.

I once had the pleasure (if you wanna call it that) of hanging out with a bunch of africans and for the most part, they don't care much for us anyway, and I could care less. I recall them saying that all we do is sing and play basketball. Also a comment was made that we don't take advantage of the opportunities given in this country. You come over and read all them books with a free education, and don't know nothing about Jim Crow. So I need to get all I can out of my country and you live next to a diamond mine.
Black roots huh, my black roots began on a boat trip after some african sold one of my ancestors to the white man. And after Nate Turner, MLK, and Malcolm X, you radical niggaz telling me I should just say fuck them that (among others) got they ass whipped or killed just to say "man we've come so far here, but ya know what? Fuck'em I'm just gonna go back to Africa."
Yeah right.
On the real though, day to day I don't have a problem with africans, I'm not even thinkin much about them. I just feel like they the next best thing black americans been trying to look up to next to the wihite man, and that ain't cool. We need to focus on our heritage here, cause we ain't never gonna be africans again, we been thru too much for that kind of thinking. I ain't never been to africa, and I don't plan on going anytime soon. Been too busy anyway tryna figure out whats going on with us here in America, my country, my home.
Word up.

ANGER!!!

My aunt asked me about a week ago why am I so angry. And I've decided to ask myself that question tonite. It is my hope that one day I'll look a back on these writings and realize it was all in my mind.

But that day hasn't come yet. While these days I know it's simply ego. I get upset with people when they don't realize the magnificence of a person like me kind of like an artist would feel insulted if no one took notice of his most recent materpiece.

As a child I still remember the day they brought my little sister home from the hospital after being born, I was no longer the baby, and she got her ass whipped for 9 years because of it. I hated my father for not being more of a father. Hated my mother for the bond her and my sister shared. And hated my brother for being such a great guy. Maybe hate is a strong word, lets just say I carried this big chip on my shoulder. I've always got upset when women didn't show me the attention that I felt I deserved or didn't take the time to get to know me. Disliked family for not making me feel like I was family. Angry at times with God for even being, and angry with my self for thinking the way I do.

If I died tomorrow I know they would move on. My mother would shed her tears of course, I think dad would, I know the brother and sister would. I don't know who would get my stuff or what they would do with it, but I'm sure it wouldn't be to my liking regardless of any Will I may decide to write as if I should care anyway. My son has a family and i know they would take care of him, I mean shit I know my family wouldn't. I'm ranting now I know. I'm sure this is all just me coming of age and realizing that in all actuality none of this really matters. Lives are trivial aswell as the affairs I mean really how much will any of it matter 100 years from now. Bleek I know but fuckit. These things anger me, but most of all I think what angers me is I see that we don't take the time to notice or get to know one another because we overlook the fact that we are brief, one of a kind, miracles...and we don't even care. Whats fuckin wit dat?

The Black Ocean

Due to some lack of support. (Typical click attitudes) Aswell as a need to move to other topics and i've put them off much to long now. I've decided to end my tribute to Stuart with word delivered by the man himself in a poem he wrote supplied by his closest friend, Gary.

Voice OF the BLACK Ocean

From darkness we came
and TO darkness WE return
THIS IS NOT the voice of deSPair

ALL of our lyrics
ALL of our paintings
ALL of our poetry,
each OF our works

ride THE waves of the BLACK OCEAN
we DO not know
WE DO not understand
WE are not wise

Born FROM the oblivious space
every art attempts to encapsulate
We are the goal OF science
the aim OF religion.


The Original DEEp THINker(We will forever miss you little man.)

Nature's Son...(For Stuart)Part 2

continued...............

When Stuart was released a few days later, Jim, Matt, and I went to his house to see him. We took a walk and talked about things, regular things to take our mind off the fact one of us would be gone soon and i think we all knew it, just affraid to admit it to each other and to ourselves. It was impossible to imagine ourselves without him. Sometimes it still is.
He confessed to us that he was seeing a girl that we all figured had had already slept with, but we were wrong because they had just recently consummated the relationship. And she was the one who took him to the hospital after he cut himself because he called her. And when he died I have no doubt she became a little more lost than the rest of us because they were good for each other, but what can you do when you find someone who loves you and then they die soon after? I suppose if you're young enough you move on and try to find soemone else to fill the void before it becomes and cancer. I wonder how she's doing.

He didn't want to stay at his place, and we didn't want him to either, and so we all went to my place and hung out for awhile, talking and reminiscing about just random shit. I wish I could remember every detail and every laugh and wink and trash-talk we mad that day, that last day, but i can't remember the conversation any more than I can remember what he wore in his casket-laid out for everyone to get one last look. What I do remember is at some point he went outside, to get some air - he was tired of being indoors. Torn between my desire to give him space and smother him with reasurring love, I decided to join him after a short while. He was sitting on the ground in the parking lot, thinking. I'm not sure what - I can't really remember. He was simply afraid he was crazy and his mind was slipping. I told him we all have times of doubt, where it seems like everything is going wrong and there isn't any reason to go on, and yet here we are - barley twenty-one and almost a lifetime ahead of us. He was afraid, he told me and he wanted a hug and so I gave him one and he cried in my shoulder. To think, a few weeks ago he was giving me a speech, when things were going to shit with Angela, about how life was worth living and we were too young to give up finding that one true love. I had never entertained the thought of suicide, but I appreciate the sentiment and felt relieved someone could see thing from my perspective. This man who told me how precious life is, was sobbing in my arms because he was tired of living.

The irony was lost to me at the time.



Poem in Stuart's Blood

Nature's Son...(For Stuart)Part 1

In (Preacher #65), toward the end of the series, Jesse Custer (our main guy) tracks down and proceeds to beat the shit out of his best friend, Cassidy. You see, sinc the beginning of the series, Cassidy and Jesse have been best friends and yet bad shit goes down-Cassidy makes some bad decisions-and Jesse decides the only way to set things right is to teach Cassidy a lesson by beating him senseless. Amidst the hail of fists Jesse reigns down on Cassidy, he shouts at him "Goddamn you! You asshole! Why the fuck did you let me down so bad!" And if I ever catch up with Stuart again. I'll do the same thing to him.

I was asked to write something about the man, and I am, but instead of talking to you about all the great times we had-the times we flirted with strangers in their homes, the times we ran around Highland Park High doing shit we had no real reason for doing, the times we first introduced pornography and hentai to our various circles of friends, the time we sat down and created Action Figure Theatre-I thought instead I'll tell you abou the day he died...and what happened after.
Here we go.
When Angela first told me the bad news I was performing a small play by Amira Baraka, called Dutchman with Saya Scott in front of an American Lit class (of which Lisa was one of the students-sitting front row, Coincidentally enough.) Saya's phone rings and it's Angela telling me that she had some bad news and was coming to pick me up. After the play I chatted with some people and then waited for Angela. In the car home she told me the news-Stuart had cut his wrist and tried to kill himself last night. And, of course, the tears came immediately because - and i really do believe this, especially now, looking back- I knew already he was dead. He was just biding his time, not wanting to leave without giving the appropriate farewells. And so we saw him in the hospital, and he looked happy, despite it all. The doctors said he was bi-polar.




Nature's Son

Two Words. One Picture.

SEx? gOOd.
Primal

The Ultimate High

Complete Me.


On a serious note, earlier this week I had a discusion with my cousin Ty about relationships.
It got me thinking I need to write another post on relationships.

Now when I ran across the image above it made me feel something that I haven't been able to admit to myself for quite sometime. I want a wife. And even more so, a child born from a marriage under God. That I believe would complete me. I mean look at that picture. Doesn't it seem like thats what we are here for?
Whats happen to us in these times where something as simple as that has become so very difficult. So difficult in fact that some of us do whatever we can to have it even if it's so very far from perfect. We settle. Maybe because we're simply tired of trying to find that person we spent so many nights dreaming of, I mean hey "when your thirsty who cares how dirty the water is, just give it to me!!" Hell most of us been drinking dirty water so long we're grown acustom to it. Life goes on.

Me. Well. I don't smoke, I don't gamble, I don't drink(much anyway). I've manage to sway the from attraction of addiction. But I remember when i fell in love with someone who was bad for me. It was like crack. I lived to be with someone who was no good for me, still trying to get that first high I got from them the first 3 months, but those months were gone, and so was the high. I know i'm not alone, so why do we do that. Not only that but when is the line drawn. Well my line was drawn when I realized(in a rare moment), that I couldn't remember the last genuinely good time I had with her, and all the arguments and silence inbetween made me realize the person i fell in love with was a lie, and nothing more. And it has to be that way.

Leaving her was like detox, I couldn't sleep, I was jittery, cold sweats,(hehe i'm really trying to paint a bad picture here). But ya know I was basically trying to fight the urge to call her or answer the phone when she called me. And just like when you quite crack you can't go back to hanging out at the crack spots, or the crowd and activities you had when you was getting high. So I found others things to do with my time. And i'm good now. In an effort as to not be long winded I'm gonna wrap this up with. If you find yourself with someone who you know is bad for you, don't listen to your heart anymore because it will betray you. Couples will argue but time should bring people closer together not drive them apart. If when you think of the person your with and there are rare moments you think of them and smile your adiction has become an affliction. Life be it too short or very long is still a one time gig, don't waist it on someone who's not uplifting you.

You may miss that one where things come together making you,
Completely Whole

Jolly Fat Man

Goody Goodie


Sherman.
This is the only pic I could use to represent the Jolly big guy we know who balls like no other in the realm of comics. Atleast in the days of the click. While there are some bad things to write about the Sherm, i won't go there just because we've always been cool and I think those involved have forgivin him for the most part.
Of course I will add that he smiled thru it all.
Now this guy may very well be a super nerd by some standards.
After learnin the art of the clicks and spending quite a reaonable amount of time in the nerd realm I was able to penetrate deep into the nerd stronhold and meet him. A nerd buddha if you will. And thru him I was able to see.........."The Red Room."
Inclosed in this room were some of the most coveted as well as expensive comic and superhero archives as well as sculptures and other numerous artifacts. Oh and the entire room was red.
The jolly man just stood in the corner and smiled with delight as I surveyed the room, answering questions as I asked him. And oddly enough somewhere deep inside....I was honored.

In the aftermath of that moment I was only able to meet him about 2 more times, and those moments were uneventful, and of course he was smiling. I have reason to believe he found a woman and they are like cyptonite to nerds, so undoubtably she single handedly ended his reign. The last I heard of the infamous Red Room is that it's contents were removed and locked away in a storage facility never to be seen again.
Good Times?

Salute!!!
The Buddha nerd,
Sherman

Arrogance & Fear

ThaONlyONe


I fell in love once, and i'll be the first to say that it is wonderland.
I'm sure the devil can relate that "when in heaven, ANY other place is hell"
And in my hell nothing really fulfills me, I'm not exactly bitter, but since the fall I haven't really been able to find someone to fill the void.
This is a public apology to all the ladies I've been with sexually or anything else for that matter, aswell as a thank you. Sorry I didn't stick around, but thanks for the time spent, I mean thats all we doing in this life anyway is finding shit to do till it's time to go.

I think it's a dream but I've had these apparitions come to me when i'm like just waking up, and they scare the shit out of me. I mean i'd probably shit if i could even move but I'm too terrified.
Hehe no bullshit it's like a primal fear, i go into caveman mode, like a deer trapped in the headlights. I've been telling myself that they're my inner demons/the inner war within myself, but i'm not psycologist.
The last 2 years i've been kinda forcing myself into these pointless relationships mainly because I'd really like to be in a monogomous(and i'm sure i spelled that wrong, hehe typical guy) relationship. Still it's so obvious to me that I've become really picky, easily bored, and at times a bit repulsed. I'm difficult to be with. DAMn. Takin it in. And I think thats spilled over into the friends arena of my life as well. Trust as become diffuclt too as of late.

LOL btw I'm really arrogant now, and I don't know where that came from. My life is going really good now and I do feel like i'm the shit these days. Anyone who can't feel it is hating, fuck'em. For example.(I'll let the arrogance take hold for the rest of this post hehe)

I KNOW i'm good. A diamond if you will. All my shit is str8, I have one son that I take care of and not cause I feel I have to, cause i want to. I BALL, and legally so the law ain't comin for my shit. And no one really likes it when I say I Ball cause I say it alot now hehe, but I really do Ball, there aint one person who reads this stuff and knows me that'll say otherwise. I could step out this bitch into the world today and bring home whatever I want. Shit I only bought my Bimmer a few months ago because I was bored. Not only that but I try to stay humble, i mean i know i could loose all this shit tomorrow and i'm cool with that. I've lost before, my huslte is REMARKABLE, believe me when i say I came from the bottom, came up, got knocked back down, then got back up and got even more.
My Ballin as been in question before if you read some of these back post, I come thru.
Anyway i'm done with this, parting words.
To know me, is to love me.
Yall be cool.
One.

Saturated

Rockit Science

Tom Fool & Lessence


I'm so happy these days.
Incase ya wondering why I haven't been updating my site lately, it's mostly because I've been intensely writing music for the up coming ONlyOnes Album thats been long over due. Finally i was able to convince Tom Fool Aka the STikFiga to sit down and do a album with me. This my friends is a match made in heaven, I've had so much fun working on this project that it doesn't even feel like i'm working. We hooked up with this white dude (Shoop), who's gonna be producing it, and recording will be done by the well known Johnny Quest.

Those close will get a copy, but I hope you'll support me by letting making the next guy purchase it rather than ripping them a copy. Although i probably won't care much either way.
We did a lil backstabbing to make this happen, and i hope the third party doesn't hold that against us, it needed to be done.
Theres not much turning back now though, I'll be doing shows. I mean thats just the way Tom Fool gets down and i know he's not gonna keep this stuff we working on bottled up. I'll be cool although at first i'm sure he'll be upstaging me, he's a great showman and i hope to be as good as him in time. Anyway i'm gonna end this, I'll be back atcha with my usual really soon since we're almost done. Till then.
Thanks for comin out.
God Bless you.
PEace.
Tha OnLyOneS

Burn Victims

Bone Deep


Hehe the site crashed when i began writing this post so I wasn't able to finish it, hence the pic of this poor fellow above place alone by itself on the site. My apologies.

Anyway.
With all due respect to burn victims, and that guy. I think in away we're all burn victims. Life burns us all one way or another. Those of us burned on the outside can't hide what fire does to the human form so they carry it as a visual representation of what they've been thru.

Others have been burned to the soul mentally if you will. They carry a concealled bruise that you stumble upon as you get to know them. It's a reaction to draw back from pain, most any animal will do it, instinct I guess you could call it. But when the human mind is burned from experience alone like being fucked over, cheated on, verbal abuse, or just the rantings of an ego gone wild, or ambition, the mind takes up habits/reactions unique to itself. Then makes sense of it all no matter how far fetched that sense my be. The way Tommy falls in love with girls who touch him(burned). Ryan inability to be real(burned). How George jumps to conclusions(burned). Angela I think is a good example of the severly burned, knowning her speaks for itself, to do an example is a post of it's own. This Blog in it's entirety shows how I myself have been burned, but if you need an example, I'm a bit hard on my friends.

The comedy in this whole thing is, you could say that in a parable kinda way that we're all patients in a burn ward complaining about the way the next guy looks even though our scars don't look any better.

That is all.


the Burn

How dissapointing

Tupac shortly after his first shooting, Five bullets lata.

This picture says alot about human nature.
The ability to kick a man when he's down.
And how a man reacts to his peers when they take shots at him.

This is a rant. Again.

My minds is racing at the moment and I'm gonna assume it's because once again i'm slightly pissed off. Anything goes right now. I came home and got an email from my "Good friend" George and i was delighted. See he doesn't do that much if ever. I've also noticed that he's been calling me lately as i go over my messages in the middle of the night. He wants to talk to me I assume urgently it crosses my mind that it's about some money I owe him, but I tell myself that thats already handled so it must me something else. Man was I wrong.
The fact that I ball is in question and it's due, I mean i've been doing too much that last 30 days, even faced some adversity. I'm making it happen though.

Ya know what i'm not even gonna get into anymore details about that because i'm sure we'll handle it, but i would like to say that at this point i don't care for the outcome. But I would like to say that when i purchase things from people they get paid. Yet and still aside from Gary i'm still doubted and that bothers me quite a bit. Unfortunately the powers that be demanded more money for me to rest where I rest and I paid them. I've actually been sitting at this damn computer screen for over 30 minutes trying to see if I was being irresponsible in this matter. But then i think of all the hours I been working to handle monthly bills, and still pay my dear friend George, who (probably dealing with that fact that Aaron has not paid him much at all.) wrote me to question my life style and what i do with "my money" as if until I pay "him", it no longer is.
The angel on my shoulder says "Apologize to him more than you already have and tell him he'll get his money as soon as possible, then offer to suck his dick, it might help."
But.
The Devil on my shoulder says "You've spoken to this man and informed him every step of the way on whats going on, he's seen you on many occasions and smiled in you face, and even told you it was "cool man", then he took this cheap shot and called you out online and questioned how you get down as if you was taking a shit on him. So do just that.

Never-the-less, I will continue doing what i'm doing I'll let him decide on whether or not to be the cool guys he acts like he is in my presence, or the asshole i got an email from earlier today.

I'm gonna go to bed now, see i'm tired from slaving away at work to pay off friends and my ego, i'm cool with that though.

Fuck yall!!

Love

So many ways

What is love?
And for those of us who are religious when does love with the things here on earth, conflict with the devine one.
I was deeply in love with a woman once. I can stand here and say that for me, love wasn't very logical. A bit insane if I may. A spiral, out of my control......with moments of speechlessness.
And sometimes I tell myself that God took this love from me to get me focused back on more important things, like him I suppose.

My LOVE for GOD is also an episode of it's own. At times intense, but then a bit incoherent.
You see he doesn't speak to me, even when I beg for a simple hello. Some have told me this will never happen. I take it in. Then I wonder "If I was left on a deserted island at the age of 4 and some how lived to see 26 thru an assortment of fruits and vegetables, who would God be to me with no one to lead my train of though. Lately I've told myself that there is no point in trying to understand a being who is infinite, but then he may not truly understand me, like old people who forget what it's like to be young.

Often.
I've sought to find God's LOVE in a womans eyes. Like the Eve to Adam. Someone on this plane who would expand my reality to different avenues beyond own horizon. Unfortunately I just end up getting head, three months of protected sex, and a headache. Occasionaly thinking of the Love I once had.
?Question?
When does you'll get over it, begin?

Anyway. Time passes, mentalities change, as they do. I've grown as a person and being alone has given me time to really look at things. And accept others. Paradise Lost.
As of late, I've submerged in music, my writing, my work, and thought. I have regrets to perge and a person who's always been there to better know, myself. I contemplate the future alot and ways to simplify my life. By the way I Dream alot more.

As for love, be it mortal or devine, it's out of my understanding right now.
But I stay humble.
And thats cool.

Who do you love

Why I HATE as I do

T.H.U.G.L.I.F.E

The Hate U Gave Lil InFants Fucks Everyone.

Tupac's words sure enough, yet I've noticed in my short time on this world hate enfluences alot of things.
Earlier today I kinda got into it with my good friend Gary, over some bullshit concerning two other people. And it wasn't cool, but he kinda pissed me off. This is a Rant.

My HATE runs deeps. I'll share it with you.
I'm not looking for simpathy, just a bit of understanding.
Alot of times i feel like the victim they like to point the finger at.
My father fucked me, see when I was 15 my parents divorced, not special happens every other day i'm sure. And when he remarried I lived with people who degraded me, stole from me, and really just hated that a breathed the same air as them. And he of all people turned his back on me when i needed him most.
I've grown up a loner in the truest since of the word. When i needed people they turned they back on me. Or stabbed me in mine. I've slept under the night sky and experience the hardships of not having.
I watched my mother cry as her life fell apart, and seen the true hearts of men amidst the day to day politics. And though i may be just a statistic I know i'm special. God showed me so much to make me strong. And still i'm really soft inside.
Now i've mentioned Ryan before in my posts. He was my best friend and my brother, so i loved him as one. And he fucked me. Perception is all we have in this world. And from where i stand his deciet runs deep. I've forgivin this man and i'm working towards getting over all that happen between us, so tell me why can't my peers just let it be. So I'll be the first to say it now as i've said before so many times. "FUCK anyone who has a problem with the fact i'd rather not see Ryan right now, you can suck my dick." FUck you. You don't know my pain true enough, but atleast be sensitive to it and stop throwing that shit in my face. You can be in his place just as well. A woman told me something back when i was 16 that i've found to be true in the years past and the coming. She said i wouldn't keep company with those who didn't treat me as i felt i should be treated. This may doom me to be alone the rest of my life true enough, but at the same time it may also only tighten my association to only those who take life as seriously as i do.
Don't be little my pain. That man pained me to my very soul. My "Get over it" is a work in progress. Btw for those who's advice is to get over it "Fuck you". You could very easily be put on this list with him with that attitude.

In regards to this post the recent incident with Gary is the cause. You lost rank today. Quote me on this. "I'm sick and tired of you giving me messages from muthafuckaz who wanna talk shit or degrade me in some way. See not only are you considered a friend, you are currently considered the closest. I tell you damn near everything. You pass these bullshit messages to me and then annouce that your done with it. Like i'm the one whos suppose to stand there and take it in. Who's side are you on anyway. You know me better than them, your suppose to speak for me when i'm not there. I mean shit I do it for you, and have done it might I add.
And this is Public now cause you didn't wanna talk about that shit on the phone well guess what. You won't get to talk about it again anytime soon not because of me but because of you, you closed that door hard ass, you close that door on someone who would go to war for you."

And to everyone else who has an opinion on the way I run my affairs, fuck you. Cause I see now regardless of how cool i am with people, and how much shit i let go, it's fucked up how theres not much tolerance when it comes to what i may be going thru. You need to ask yourself are you a friend or foe. and then STop Fucking Contacting Me.

Peace.

THUG LIFE

Georgie the Drummer

Dominance

This is who comes to mind when i think of my dear friend George.
He's Greek by the way (ladies), though I'm pretty sure Alex was Macedonian.
(Probably the same nationality though)
Anyway I just realized for the most part that I know George, but i don't know him.
In most of our past get togethers during the click George was a no show, most of the people I used to hang out with are anti-social, and for the most part this was expected of George. He has a nack for leaving you wanting more.......in a "hetero" kinda way i mean. Other than when he's with us, I know nothing of his life, be it personal, or loose associations outside of the once forged Click. Oh yeah and he's camera shy.
Anyway Garys leaving soon and I realized that George very well maybe all I have left. And part of me feels like that means I have nothing. Que the vig"Gore"us, process of meeting new people and possibly going thru that whole cycle of getting to know someone, or ones again. And i don't wanna do that.

Oh yeah theres Lisa, but i don't think i'll see much of her after Garys gone, just hunch.

Maybe i should just do what everyone else is doing and follow some girl around town all day.
Hehe, lifes ultimate goal i guess....that and finding the True God anyway.
Back to George.
Anyway I come by and see the guy, wondering how Topeka's managed to hold such a talented drummer for so long, his spaceship just hasn't taken off yet. And i can tell he's not happy with his situation, so i wonder at night whats going on in his life that God would delay his flight.
(Light bulb flashes) Oh yeah, thats right!!!
We're nice guys and DOOMED to finish last.
We just aint deep down enough assholes like we need to be to soar like eagles.
We's just pigeons.
Alexander must have been one cool asshole.
The Greatest.

Alexander