About Me
"YOU EITHER LOVE ME, MAD THAT YOU LOVE ME, OR YOU DON'T KNOW ME"
(but if you KNOW me, you LOVE me)
Once you exchange art for money or make it your livelihood it becomes commercial, watered down, and forced. It’s no longer purely of your heart…. Which art is supposed to be.
You don't know me, and you don't really care about knowing me either. I probably don't look like someone you can gain anything from being around. Maybe i'm wrong, maybe you're real, maybe you'll prove me wrong..........for once.
.HISTORY.
I'm from NY, i'm a resident of the great gator state at the time I typed this, I love run on sentences, I hate waterbugs and similar 8 or 9 legged critters, I lost my virginity in Queens, I went to High School in The Bronx, I was a graffitti artist, I'm a lyricist, I have serious trust issues, I think modern day Hip Hop needs to be disowned as music, I don't have a particular type, I think men and women are equally useless, I just smoked a joint, I miss my Grandmother and my man Donald R.I.P., I'm still a 76er fan even though Allen went to Denver, I grew up on 20th Street, I love the smell of spray paint, I've been jumped by 6 bigger men and hit with a golf club for running my mouth, I'm not very open to new people, I've been called Jos/Joswun/Josone since 1989..it's not a net thing, I left NY to prevent myself from going to jail for the rest of my natural life, I have a 10 year old son and an 8 year old daughter, I like big butts and I cannot lie, I have 7 million latin friends...and their cousins yet i can't speak spanish, I look up to people who make something from nothing regardless of what their peers say, I love when people judge me while knowing nothing about me, I think Will Ferrell is hilarious, I make a conscious effort not to be mean...lately, I don't miss my 20's at all, I drive a stick shift, I had a kid with a girl I went to nursery school with, I feel violent when I see confederate flags, I'm a ball of mush inside...wrapped in a nuclear holocaust proof cocoon, I was a Met fan when we won our last championship...that's how old I am, I'm gonna stop now because i'm losing interest.
.TRUTH.Most of you admire honesty from a distance, it's a rarity in most of your lives. You love and respect a person for it until that honesty makes its way to your own doorstep and exposes the less attractive truths of yourself or the things you find security in. This is when you find fault in the truth, this is when you'll retreat with your eyes shut and your palms concealing your ears in fear that the truth will destroy the lies that have made you comfortable. Once the truth is heard, there's no turning back, and most of you idiots cling to lies and people that manufacture them because lies keep ignorant people secure. Honest people are often called "mean" because they refuse to follow a tradition of bullshitting in order to keep the peace with the fraudulent. You'll never get along with EVERYBODY, and you'll never have a whole bunch of FRIENDS. But maybe you've already taken a look in your backyard and unmasked a number of lies that have kept you bonded to the fake people in your life, if so; my job is done. Artificial comfort is only temporary, the truth will always come out, like I always like to say........Let time tell the tale.
.RANDOM THOUGHT.
Why do people display their financial information? I guess it must be something i'm missing and if so, let me know so I don't sound completely ignorant. I'm just sayin', what's the point?
