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[i still love!] Jay! fun. love. family. music. shows. my job =]. my other job =]. family. good food. green [the color/ the other slows me down.. not bashing. bangin beats. DEFCON much respect.a pretty girl named doll. bitches killed CCMC. Weathermen RIP Camu. dancing. singing. writing. reading. good news. excitement. spontaneity. cooking. luigis italian ice [only at walmarkk]. savers is my favorite fo sho but just about any thrift store. craigslist fucked me over. yelp. showers. festivals. the lake. humble dope asses. good mc's. beautiful ladies, you know who you are your light shines bright. great records. a little scrap here and there [still true, im itchin...]. a hug afterwards. maybe maybe not.. more music. workin to the beat of the jams. tito's. short stories. roald dahl.nice feet. irony. sarcasm to a point. tuna. arroz con pina. fils moms bbq. long drunken talks that dissapear as soon as they emerge. blunt honesty. shit i know nothing about but soon will. searching. finding. getting away with murder. robot drives me insane, in a good way and most important love appreciation.. teaching. learning. yearning. playing, im just sayin... i wont tell you what i dont like lets keep it positivo. but trust me there's tons...
heres a little piece of me:
the need for speed
is so intense that the dense and occult thought provoked failed to tell my inner workings that this need for this speed is insane and its fast so fast and it lasts and lasts and lasts and lasts so easy to acquire as free as the air that weve hired to create and close the gate careful not to let out its a joke how sweet folk get tangled in the prison so fuzzy and comfortable so free yet you youre trapped and whats worse is you were super sedated when you shut the door you locked yourself in now youre stuck in this rut and it sucks youre so gone.... stuck to the feeling that comes up like a tidal wave and with it brings the maddening thoughts deafening shrieks self sufficiently entitled to be held prisoner to yourself and this wealth is material created to feeeeeed your inferior and deteriorate the goodness that was pure and once within you when your thought werent controlled by the constant chatter YES IT MATTERS what the fuck you choose to ingest and it doesnt digest so easily it just feeds your complacent and completely adjacent narrow mind yes it can be expanded and filled with wonder and skills and dopeness and hope lest you shatter that box in your room in your head with instead the agility and flexibility to expand your assets and create self-worth that high note you devote your being too. there is an end to the madness there is great change brewing. right now what consumes will exhume empty tombs that will open and make room for the hopeless the stuck in a rut all those thoughts that in turn become slowly suicidal actions will all fill the boxes until all they can do is be shut and burned never to take you or me prisoner ever again. thats when the greatest blunt will be smoked and we will all toke the goodness the earth has to offer. make love make music create better opportunities. and burn the rest.[oct 17 2007, always ahead]
keep your own time leave me be