Fill In The Blank

What warms the cockles to your heart? It's unreachable like the stars, yet we see it gleaming with the passionable Mars. Unexplainable, intangible, definitely manageable. No telling what is around the fold, the age old question is answered applicably round the bend. Feasible by placing what needs we hold, and when they mend through mesh, it's pleasable what lies behind your flesh. It's like the act of good will and the satisfaction is complete along with chills. No need for assurance cause the confidence that we fill is the long haul, meet endurance. And Pluto for power, shit, I'm only as strong as my heart desires. In flames and fire, her name is most admired, in ice and water, my vice is not of a father. A balancing act between us two, why bother, cause it's mutual, what do you think it through. What warms the cockles to your heart? Mines is...left blank and yours is too.

View From Different Hues

They say you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover, but who's to blame when first impressions are shuttered. Behind the plexi-glass should the truth be muttered. We all lament one way or another, to have no sympathy, is naivety at best with thoughts that sunder. I'm no judge but these interpretations works me wonders. When all it takes is an understanding, acknowledement, bypassing another number. We're all unlimited cuz life goes on through seeds that flourish in hunger. The hunger to abstain what's rightfully a common evolver. Thus, the world does not revolve around itself nor you for that matter. Dependant on multiple sources like humans, we gather. To take in love for the self and exhaust hate is like being lost with a stake when there's really nothing to take. The value of receiving an expression that keeps you guessin' is better than redeeming a life shunned from lessons. All in all it's up to you, your call.

Indescribable

She got me on my toes, I'm tippin', her beauty as I behold. My eyes project a painting no others can brush and mold. I get this feeling like one another in a robe, comfortable, gushy, un-thunkable, her tooshie. Jaw struck, her presence is awe filled with "Fuck!", mind-blowing, she's got my mind going for 'luck'. If there is such a thing, why shouldn't it be us. But I don't question the one above, as he accepts whatever is thrown upon my glove. Call it a divine state of mind instead of divinity that intertwines. For what has come my way, I've decided to stay blind. Until she scratches the surface, I know it's beyond worth it, as every individual should feel, your dreams wants what's real. Though it may not portray what one really feels.

Substantialicious-ness

I'm crying with laughter, she's dying todaay! What must come after, my feelings never gone away. A joyful tear drops, she's choking, oh stopp! Depleted misery has got me this way. It drips to the floor, romance unexplored, she'll wipe off the stain that I left at the door. I ripped my heart out and stitched my thoughts up, drink desire down and emotions from cupp. Enough, enough is enough, you bogged me down but I still lust after love. Encased in grievance, I'm tougher than tough. You see my heart bleeding, yet you feed off the reasons untouched. Why this and that, cuz you can get with this or you can drown with that, robustly a must. I'm crying with laughter, she's dying todaay! What must come after, I'm feeling okaay! The puddles of poetry, I'm twosteppin', let go of me, you sunk to a low and I got the flow to free.

Junkie

The only drug that matter is love, nothing is more unintelligible than the human heart plus hugs. Inject me, I need you, erect me, I'm bleeding blue. Respectively, we need tooo. Yeah, roll the dice, the price is right, there's nothing more than addicting fights, make-up scene is hotter than coool. Winter breaks, the plushly flakes, they melt just right when I'm rubbin' your aches, all with sensational gooo. Candle wax, oil is burnin', taxin' that ass, and the aroma is friction of youu. And me...so lovely, not emo-ish, go hug a tree, blow me a kiss, and I might send one back when you least expect it booo. So serve me, the drug is free, call Langley and she might approve, no class-action for the sue. The only drug that matter is love, nothing more or less, enrichment and all of the above, drugs aren't addicting as much as you.

M.Nature's Daughter:Water

Incredible oceans at your feet, waves are in motion as they peak, slammin' against itself then sleeps...Resigns back into the depth of where it keeps, a tremendous body of health and be it reefs. The corals and curviture carries conchs and creeps...Surfacing seashells rise onto beach. Sandy castles, seals and leech, picture perfect, south sea and creeks. Fluvial fans, spring, lakes, and damns...From up top thin air, down to the coastal lands. Even deeper, before the core, she's so grand. A natural solvent, at your hand, wash me and cleanse the saline glands. Pile up, leakage, stuttering, seepage, you spread your love, though we don't need it. It's a must for any and all of us.

Return.Address

You've captured my soul, distinguishing anything and all that's old. Revisions on my guide, or so I've been told. Head is clear, but I love writing about anything dear. Look here, accumulation leads to a dissertation. Might be wrong, backspace, erase'em. Go long, mistakes, indent, replace'em. In love with the struggle, adapt, stave'em...off. Repent to emotions cuz the feelings are gone. Closed, boxed up, tied in knots. Shipped out of this world, hope you feel me God. Shatter proof my cloth, give me heart surgery, exchange, mines rot. Food for thought, my stomache is burnin' all that I sought. Now I'm blindfolded, best is yet un-plot. Wheels keep turnin', the blood vessel is squirmin', sinks to a low, gotta caffeinate that bitch for the flow. If you know what it feels like, short breaths and steel spikes, the cold hearted stills aren't peakin' all it's might. Robbed for time in a glass, heart throbs in this very mass. Counter weights, so cold like CO2, disposable, charge, and replace. She's just a fucking cartridge, I'm the other partridge, in a pear treeee.

Meat Cleave'em

I'm not just another piece of meat, one said pull your pants off, the other brought heat. On a date with her guy, she brushed him off and turned her cheeks. Another went straight for the pants, I mean c'mon ladies, I feel so cheap. Didn't give in and will not commit sin, you girls are far too steep. Sometimes, I react the the way I do, I'm not what you really think. Some days are sad and blue, I'd rather not be part of the link. The chain and cycle that I deem not rightful, but hey, everyone has opinions too. Wrong places, no, wrong time, never. I respect you more than you respect yourselves, if ever. Whatev though, just another day in the life of... a regular joe. My hats off for these extraordinary ho's.

Sky High

Windshield wipers, the tears from the sky. It pounces the window, and keeps me alive. The lane passes under, trembling and flashes, the roars of thunder, awakes by the minute and soon arrives. As a kid the noise taunts, then you wonder, it's a haunt, no, Zeus strikes, we go under. As grown as can be, the sound reverberates, stampede, crackling in confidence, however which way you perceive. The vast open sky is the best place to be, cuz here on the ground, you look no further than the crete, con that is, for those who can see. From alley ways to the forest open trees, big difference is what you feel underneath your feet. The grimey and slimey, dank, dark, and shiny...piss. Open air, no fools who scare, from gravel to the cliff. The sun dances around yourself, among the others, the ultra-violet melts...your eyes. If you look too hard, the blind folks will feel your felt. You travel faster than the speed of light, in your metal frames, it keeps you right...unless. You pack your comfy shoes, stroll out and sing the blues, run, hike, sprint one hunned, pause, breathe, do it till you've done it. Feel like a champ, everyday and gun-it. Urban, rural, suburbs and murals. No need for paintings, your eyes are often plural... Capture it with memory or use a gadget, canvas, other means plus your rule.

Only If

If it takes one kiss, you would be my wish, exchanging our love, miss. If I had one shot, you would be my top, I promise to love you, through difference that we got. If I had one night, not through the stand, I'll rub you just right, being the better man. Not the type to hit the sack, only you would be the judge of that, gotta keep it smooth, only a fool would rush to prove, My fingers are intact, yours could be to, caressing your back, or grip till it's blue. If I had one chance, you would be my boo, the touch will remain true, my crush will be brand new. Everyday, until you are done boo, no telling what comes through. If I had one dream, you would be my Queen, I'll cherish and repair seams, the barest of bare scene.

Alphabet Blues Brew

A for anotha, B's for brothas, C each other, carry on my drugga, D as in dope, your smile is eons from earth, the E's are lasting ever from hope. F for finale, the grandest fish in the sea, G's are great, the smallest catch on the lake to set free. H for however in which way she comes, I for an eye, interestingly you sigh. J's are okay cuz the jackal is the prey, and K can be kool, look man, I ain't a fool. L's are lost in the life, though living finds your sight. And M is more than merry, when gestures mark the groove. N is for north, cuz you're the star I see the truth. O's are often used like whoa, in question you say Oh!? P is a piece of cake, from pies and ponder, wait. Q me in on a secret, quickly seal up a neat fit. R's really for rare, no wonder eye sockets are there, to gouge'em out and see beneathe the flair. S for special attributes, and I mean behind the features. T is on top, I'll hop on to treat her. U long to luv, undermining me guv, I've lost all of the above. V's are vital, voraciously on idle, rejuvenate the bloodstream, my heart can be your title. W for winning it over, why wait, we..now. X is a factor, indeed a part of the chapter, x,x,x, are you up next. Y's up, cuz wisen's in my cup, hefeweizen, you, yours, and yup. Z you when I see you, buzzin', peeing my warm brew. Zainy, zilch, the non-grainy yeast that I tilt. Cheers, toast, here's to worst host that wrote this post.

Highly Likable

This is the place, where you whisper to your other that she's a waste. Her smile posess such things as others taste. She doesn't hear, but the trickling notion gives off as fear. And then you smile, as if everything is sound, a silent dial. The beauty of the beast, to break it off at the least. The cost of deceit, he pays it with a pre planned called no strings. While it is wrong, pain is a simple sting, he'd rather not come off too strong. For the love she had went far too long. You are pretty but you never meant a thing to me, I saw a world, it wasn't so swell, eventually had to let you free. I said you are pretty but you didn't mean a thing to me. If you really knew, I fucked up, it's true. But then again, my crush was through. We are over, and it got the best part of the you. We can't talk about it now, but I can say how it all went down. You have yours and all I have are nouns. You are pretty but you never meant a thing to me. I said you are pretty but you didn't mean a thing to me.

Scribbles

To whom this may concern, I write out loud for the burn. I know these words won't mean a thing cuz page by page, everything has it's turn. Brains over brawn but brawn receives the pain. All good things come to an end but willn't matter if there was never a start to begin. You know all I need is a pen to scribble bullshit from within. Some are ugly but look beyond the rim. Can life always be this way, I can see it through the end. All the negativity will fade away, I know it, starting with him. He throws himself down so much, the positive side is very slim. There's a reason to it all cuz the bar has been lowered, picture yourself in the palm of third worlders. It's not eye candy but sure as hell an opener. While figuring out what made him who he sees, he should start off by closing out the she's. They are fragile as a box of chocolate, more casual than the change inside your pocket. I'm only a plankton in this big pond, but I chock it. Lockets to rockets, I'll shoot my heart out and lock it. Best keep it in space cuz my pace turns by the sprockets.

Who Cares

Love is a disease that we all need to share, you can say that's silly, but are you prepared. Prepared to dig a hole in your heart to bury a second part. She is number two, but to you, she is the one. It takes two, baby, can you make it more than once. Of course you can, judging by the dance. If the rhythm starts to hiccup, the next best thing is who to pick up. For the playas and pimps, I'll exclude you wimps, jp, you can have your variety like brews and hemp. As for me, one love is at loss, one lady at a time. She knows who's boss, when it's one of a kind, the rules can be tossed, it's up to you, girl, just make up your mind. Deciscive meets inevitable, the goal is to shine. I'll bring your lights out cuz you're brighter than a dime. Reason being eleven, just ask, it may be a blessin'. No contestant cuz the choice is already present. But who cares, I'm only messin'.

Not Quite

She waves like a branch from a tree and her hands are loosely shiverin' from the cold cut leads. A perfect smile to match false hope in denial. Thinkin' about the world's worst child. What he did, why he skid, it's deconstruction on purpose to smear off the kid. Not quite fully grown, but the maturity level has shown. What comes to mind is who's next to phone. Answer a call to you, the Almighty God I choose. Is there anything to prove, you tell me, I'm through. The wicked and the wise, the picket fence and lies. American dream with a gangsta lean, you wondered why. The boy is out the hood, but really, is he out for good. A simple yes will do for now, but it boils down on layers of that guy. Clean slate from here on out, we need fate, hope, faith, slopes, the takes it takes to cope. You betta shoot for go for broke. No matter how hard it smokes, the trail is blazed with notes. Mistakes can be what makes you, cuz the perfect person may rape truth. Drill this in your head, and eat up the shit I did, cuz this is who I is, or the person whom I'm willing to be. I cannot forgive myself enough to stash the dirty history.

Unbreakable

The calmest nights comes quickly after the autumnal equinox days are divided. It's evenly played when time is decided. To see the world through spectacles or soft lenses, I realize the best is yet through obstacles intentions. When the winter solstice is on the horizon, I look further to deepen a love not tryin'. I do these things to build a better me, setting myself up for disaster or heavens heed. No emotions will set this back, my devotion is still on track. My course is still to come, proportions broken down to one. She goes by the name of luv, if it's out there, I'm not looking, just thinking of. I crave a reasonably virtuous position, cuz everythings past is almost dismissed from here on up. I can only grow stronger, day by day, it keeps getting longer. So, catch me on a good year, when, shit, I've been in the clear. No more tears, no, never had a fear, and no, I won't budge, it's my time, just look out for me dear.

Pacing P-fully

Chapter 1, done. I'd rather walk, than run away angsty. I'd rather give, than receive all angry. Nothing can stop me nor change thee. Apart from the same lecture, it's pain free. We all know hearts are lengthy, from bottom up, some tainty. The follow ups won't phase me. I'll swallow words and spray three, past, present, and lately. The future can wait, please. I'm on timewarp, re-shaping. No time for whores, mind gaping. Inclined for a meaningful mate, I call she. Destruction comes a build up, instructions will still suck. New nothings to who's luck? Prove something, I knew stuck. Until then, my clues fuck'd. Just kidding, I'm new, what? Oh, part 2 of me shoes up.

Love of Affection

When you, show the world to a girl, she takes it all apart. The problems end a start, to a, open landscape art. Expressions find themselves, even when depression helps the self. A point in a firm direction, is hindered by confessions. The truth remains at will, the best events can be surreal. Through ups and downs, weakness are those who frown, I'm achin' for better grounds. I keep it real, and dash for the stronger climb on mound. These girls are easily tempted, when all the needs are vented. Frustration, anxiety, my deed upon society, is clipped when realization swamps the steep hill side of me. The sunny days are neverending, it's better than pretending, my heart goes out unconditionally on the pending. I'm not on the prowl, as love is grown from how?, it finds itself through multiple sets of trials. Win some and lose some, repeating a twosome. The story always goes from happy to gruesome. And yeah, I grew some, whatever plus the new sum. Equals part three of a new son. I'm done.

Optimism

From birth to hearst, the road to better lurks in between what hurts. Though feelings fluctuate, best recovery is prime from the state we so call meditate. If the good dies young, does that mean everyone else is on the run. Growin' and reflectin' what bad choices were done. I think not, to fall into temptation, the negativity's racin', it's easy to wrong a right, but if the wrongs were right despite the evil dimmed light. I'll take my chances from dawn to falling night. In search of a happy stance to pardon a grander chance. Every step is a puzzle, I'm piecin' up the rubble, through cracks and mishaps, I'm movin' away from trouble. When a solution arises, my truth will be tried, bluetooth to blue eyes, Jesus can't deny, realize to real eyes. My message, we all die.

Blehh...

When I close my eyes, the train takes me for a ride, I see multiple mugshots, buck shot rounds in the exit on the blocc. We had couple of hot ones, the shots left a rung to remember. So even on I day, the pops leave a sound of a thunder. Quick jolts, amp'd up by the volts, calmer nights are better left behind the bolts. Steel gates, stealin' by the rate, from retail to resale, been stackin' paper since she fell. I had to eat, what you thought, it was done for the freaks? Hell nah, these girls provided a leak, my escape from destroying a physique. Looks, I can live without, if you thought deep enough, the books will set you out. No matter what I did, it's part of my livin', those who seek the factor in itself, the game will not amount. Your standard was what I was reachin', and you swoop to a lower level to feel in. That's not how it goes no difference in who you know, take what you got cuz credibility is never bought.

Ladies Are Complex

Women, beautiful as a sunset, entitled to become wet. They're soft on skin but rougher from within. Body, mind, and spirit connects those who bear it. It's the hair girls, the hair that we long to smell, aside from perfume, it's the aroma that does the sell. When eyes are aligned, it becomes more than divine, upon the stray, it's only fair to say, are you there, or do you like the dare. Dare I say, you choose two path from where? One's at a depreciated value, the other, maintains a steady round two. Third base is where the bait has taken place. Next morning, contemplate the fate. Leave, bye, and no hi's, at ease and journey on a try. Don't get me wrong here, we can't live with or without them, but gift of passion is easily replaced by back then. I'll elaborate, stay safe and be stag, for the experience of prior is wiped from rag.

Capability > Probability

A gang bang'r to you, a slang cain'r to who, we capable of the same thang, one or the two. Rob this, shoot that, rain danger your crew. Plot tricks, scheme rich, bank rollin' a due. My addict is through, spasmatic, guillotine'n a tragic bitch made faggots, put'em on check, green light rabbits. Clap matic and clap while you at it. It's a ceremony aight, and snatch the bad static. On some new spit, DJ Clue shit, keep it cool foe you get hit shit. Smile at your enemy cuz that child has your energy. Run a mile for the pedigree, ancestorial cut offs for fucks'n wit me. Undo what?, the style been creepin' a child grown up to thee. See, eye to eye, yo replies a failya, assumin's the worst you can tell ma, go'head take back what you delved brahh!

No Reply

My clandestine affection will protect from within, the destine confessions were part of the sins. You are apart of the win, a whole new era, contending with him. He who not has her can pretend. Fabricate a fairy tale for them, I carried you then, I'll ferry you now. You can marry somehow without the vows or bows, common law practices can match the jaws from sound. Throw the scripts down, run wild with your gown. A night out of town drink concubine down. Or, platonically played, it raises the stakes, the higher the value, the more cake is baked. You'll enjoy the taste no one can ever replace. It'll get some getting used to, the love'll dissipate, integrate, or felicitate. However which way, you decide, your play. For the gust of lust, the wind blowing in my gut, I'll be out of harms' way, hiatus my butt.

A-Blocc Don't Stop

Back against bricks, kicks a K-SWISS, Dickie'd out or Levi's pants below the hips, tops a blank tee, rockin' a dank piece, eyes puff more than your ordinary day teen. Theivin' a crook smile, choppin' a herb pile, servin' a soup wit the leaves in the kettle cooked weed. Pumpin' some Dr. Dre, Tupac is all day, even rockers that shout is bumpin' through sound waves. Ghetto blastin', postin' up the good days, homies tighter than a chinese finger trap, pointin' the hoods way. We drank through the night, settle shit through fist fights, if you up past 3, then you a crackhead, right? Short Dog need a light? You filmed us on sight, cops came and raided every male on sight. For some bull ish aight.

Unforeseen

Unfortunately, I'm here still. Originally supposed to ship out yesterday but another unforeseen event landed me in the E.R. briefly. I am no longer posting for the sake of not cuz technically it was a short exercise. Although, I can and will add on plenty more, am not for now. These snippets are in no way at their greatest, no brainstorm, no rough draft, no re-editing, unstructured (some off the wall and runs off topic, I blame relapse residue). All done accordingly on the daily, as you can see, blogging ='s daily thoughts, no pre writing, no pre anything, maybe, just maybe a few written in advanced but it defeats the purpose of posting in the heat of the moment. These were all done in the span of 5-7 minutes, seriously spontaneous. Judge me lightly, for art thou judges none. Surprising, hell fucks no. Blehhh. Have a nice life, drink a cup of joe in replace of the ____. Ok, I'll do one more for now, enjoy beaches....

P.S. Do Not, I repeat, Do Not take this all too serious. These are all dreams in case the "all crimes doesn't go unpunished" guys stumble upon this.

Jack Artist Regardless

Cherry Cove classic, Hennessey dashed sip, Mary Jane pass it. Chillaxin' bad habits, kick back the nights lasted. Early dawn echelon, boys ran a marathon amidst the jack-a-thon. Backyard chop shop, strip the bitch down and roll off the lot. Paper stackin' parts that sold off the chart, be it Hart's, Si's or whatevers in your cart. Interior, exterior order, place it by word of mouth, this bizzness is a disorder. Balcony full of many pieces, in the garage, it showed off his high school thesis. My bro, left me his greases, almost got cuffed, but I said "Jesus". Got him off the hook, cuz I said it was part of the look, deckin' out his ride despite the work of crooks. Ahaa, the allaby among many lies, towards the cops that is, you lucky I had an eye otherwise I would have taken the dive.

Ten Times To

10 years of bullshit, I don't need anotha 10. Want me to make my career a criminal gangsta, fuck you, everyone I knew and know either lock'd up or stranga's. I'm just fortunate enough not to get bang'd on, whoo bang'r. It can be lame from one side of the games eye, but for real though, you'd rather see tear drops and cries. Hearst, mortuaries, graves of guys. Women on sideline thinkin' and wonderin' why, men act this way until we show'em why. It's part of livin' this life I lead, skippin' steps forward only brings you back more hurt. The more the dirt, the more foes at work, same reality with a twist on style and gravity. You either pull or reject projectiles unaccurately. Shift the position and regress by listenin', scriptures and testament by dressin' a rhythmic confession, stems a pandemic progression of a short life of lessons. Two steppin', body rockin', '64 hoppin', jammin' down the block with your heat, waved, cock'd, the heatwaves scorches when he says "pop", drop'em and let the body bag rot. You got him but the bullets don't stop, a lifer when the hood smells pot, they blame you cuz they higher when the cops four five'em, arrest and play the "who shot?", indict'em. Now, who's hidin', you got more pride and you caught a cold siren. The alarm rings when snitches evolve into a sting, They'll bite you, in the end they cling, whatever is left is up to you, your thing. As for me, I'm here, standin' taller than fear, no one can solve me, I'm clear. When I look out, I see another decade of two path to steer, black and white, good and evil, torn between the two, only choice left is beyond the attitude askew.

Presence

It's clear to me what you perceive me to be, I can be cool for the moment, and smug when you want it. Dish out your conquest, let out your wrong tsk, keep it comin', I'll soak in your dumb shit. If you can't control your words, what makes you think you can control your actions, ya heard. Shoot now, ask later is only in danger. You shootin' shots ova here like I'm some fuckin' stranga. But I must warn you playa, ain't no more playin'. See you at the Days Inn and it might be your days end. Dude, words you spewed, in and out my earhole, straight rude. Cat get your tongue, wash your mouth wit a bar of soap. It might leave you till the next day, only thing you can hope. Dope boy dealers, gangsta gat killer, crooks and hustler's, thieves amongst brothers'. All got their eyes against the ones other. Other lies and foes hidin' busta's, you can see it in their eyes, they not the ones bustin'.

Pile a Mess or Pile the Best

Cynical happenings amidst the unblibical wrath of things. The past can sting even when overlooked imagining, where the words go, connect the dots, does it even hurt to know. Why, yes and no, it's part of the row. Sharing a lesson of livin' keeps paddlin' the boat. I can be mad when wrote, you'll be glad I spoke. It's a neverending cycle, let the current hold you afloat. Wooshh, crack, splooshh, splash, there's a leak in the back. All that's said and done is part of the patch, the newly attach'd will bring truce at last. All else that fails will be torched by match, single pile, cherished hi-lo's, smoke stacks when I'm through with my path. Not looking back it's the moral of the trash.

Nothing's At Loss

Death in the afterlife can be seen through strife. And the After Wife can be pleased by hype. The forthcoming has just taken a hike. Set out for the pure, humble in ciph'. Decode a representation no others can site. Lest you contain an equicoval right. Overwrite all things rearviewin' the sight. Wake to a new Eve, re-evaluate the steez. My style's portray blood in the Nile, 3 vials equal too much pain to smile. That is up until the new childs revival, bring joy to a fathers heavenly trial. You can be all that I couldn't, erase my steps backward even though I shouldn't. It's the explanation that paves way to a haven. The noose laden a grave then, different time for a different crime, no juice to weigh sin. The raven is blamin' all that is taken in. No mystery to the history, you other birds can't do shit to me. I'll take flight when you throw duece and flee. You can't mutter the truth I see. Only the solo can proof I.D.'s. Real deal Holy field recognize all that's ill. Try me, your guts gon' spill. Then again, I'm layin' low, chill, homie, just chill.

The After Wife

Ideal and compassionate, understanding my half of it. Objective, semi-procrastinate. Tolerable and passive yet desireable no hassle fits. So natural, she mask just a bit. Not mother like, but likes to smother light. Expresses indefinetly when no one's around to see. Playful when pleasantly surprised with a feather leaf. Shares enough but not conformed to the buff. Engages accordingly not expected controllably. Persuasive, less evasive, unauthoritative and gracious. Bound for the light but does not deny the opposing fight. Willful acts in harmony de facto grip on retrotomy(everythings' past, made up, shut up). Apologies are problem pleas and decides for herself who oughta be, dismissed done properly, reward kiss'd from Mr. Goodbars quality.

Repeating is Seething

Passed the relapse, let history repeat itself, if it re-hashes, the question will be dealt. Suddenly masked, armed to the belt. Slip away with a pace won't change my face. Utterin' disgrace is a failure to chase, keep movin' with a slight change a bit tamed. Permanent dirt won't wash away with pain. It grows to a point no others can claim. Live it how you kick it, one verb and a dame. Push forward and defrag the lames, down time, jot down the grain that we play in. Sand box, smoke rocks, a turbulent time on the blocc. Gotta admit, it was hellish in my mind at the spot. Intertwine the meaning altogether, it has not. When you whine, you gon' drop, sip some wine do the hop. Jackrabbit the habit, jack vaults or grab it. 211 through attics, 311 I'm jammin'. One heaven I'm standin', my eleven is ramblin', whatever she says, I'm gamblin' a chance, hence, I'm dancin' a damned gent. Relentlessly jam vents, repentance is well spent. That's only my two cents, though, my take, your show.

Foe Shot Four

Chasin' the white dragon, puff till you get mad and, come around the blocc you has been. Couple of shots ran in, over some what, standin', diss'd, no cigs for your lips. You childish bitch, run back to your home, none of ours snitch'd, it was the grown. Had I not have known, them couple of shots you own, those bullets countin' days with ya, big homies cuff'd, would of snuff'd you some. News flash travels fast, If he'd of passed, I'm all out, blast. Now, back to you lil foo, can't maintain the shit you puff'd, when fronted, you blame the drugs, I call bluff, you want it, good luck, prison yard tough. Lil ___, you run with the cops, is that why you chose that name, this trigga don't stop. Leave the hood out, it's between you and what stood out, it was unnecessary, No Good, no doubt.

Gallantry Got at Me

Marinating in the sun, the cold frost passes me hun. Snowman, snow angels, we crossed paths no pun. I'd of claimed the gift but she would have hissed me some. I thought everyone knew tineezy text me boo. Imma blame it on her for now, she left a clue. It would have been entirely for that girl, but I thought for two. I bought for who, two girls of the same crew. Ain't that a bitch, I get hated for my generosity, she's the one giving me such animosity. If I can go back and buy you more I would, but it don't matter though, it's all good. Misinterpreted, misunderstood, mishandled, out of proportion she stood. Distortin', I would, her portion, no good, take it back, not hood. Uncomparable, my givings outweighed her, literally the scale tipped to the danger. I ain't trippin', no thanks, word. The setting tanks, I'm left disturbed.

Smoke Some

Alamitos and 10th A-Blocc, 12th Street Suis, 15th the spot, One Seven Blocc, Salt Lake is hot, Hill and Lewis One Shot, might not, back down to Freeman as far as it sounds, up to Burnett along the avenue I'm down. Get a clue, it's east city livin' with plenty other division. I'm peg leggin' a limp lookin' for a blimp{blunt and pimp(Newports)}. I'm ridin' solo feelin' like a pimp, the girls I talked to was feelin' my slimp. You call it ghetto, I call it breathin' the meadow. On a mission, I'm straddlin' the peddles, on my bike, I got 5 on sight. With extra chump change, it's either Phillies or Sweets, now fill me my treats so I don't go home in defeat. No Good always rolled no matter what I blowed, it's sess, mids, or dodi and you know it homie. I ain't talkin' bobbin' heads if that's what you read, you fuckin' faggot, change your thought process if it's your daily habit. I stay high as a cloud, everything slow motion'd and loud. Droopy and dreary, I'll smoke when I'm weary. Sick days equals spliffs, K, my medicinal fix A. Mind you, this was back in the fifth days, smokin' sacks that were nicks, K. The transition to dimes and dubs were pieced up by the club. Thereafter was grindin' to grub, much love, I didn't forget, but time is the tug.

Mr. Eli

I took the blame for the straps, even went to your parole ocifer, you got me bro, I look out with no questions hurr. No doubt, you doin' time for crooked crime but don't forget a cuz. I dined with the devils and hid the shine of a riddle, we blood brothers with a mind that says ditto. The serpent that we have is the unfinished work of our halves. Let time kill itself and I'll be here when past. The little tension you have between the other won't last, trust me, let it be and just let it pass. If only you knew, I'm sure you do, what mess I got into, will make you go blue. But, times a changin' and some cats are strangin', you know how it is, they fall out of line carryin' a high nose for status. I'm glad this convo we had is a refreshin' trip on tabmatic. It's like we're on the same page but the tabs just keep addin'. I'll see you when I see ya, keep ya head clear from negativity brah.

Fuck It

She was a mordacious bitch, she loves to bite whenever I bit, that is her clit. Rockin' the room, every thing you can do, I did it for you. More pleasure takin' from spankin' a bruise, comin' from me, it wasn't so cool. From the bed to the floor, bathroom on drawer, sink and chair, even the toilet was scared, against the wall, through the halls, onto your sibling's bed for cracks we did. The shower, bath, bubblin' a queef, so moist in here, you rubbin' your feet. In the air, spun from the chair, I laughed it off by graspin' your hair. Fuck fest if you will, the thrust almost killed her, my lust was a thriller. Bustin' a nut is the filler, to your pie, drippin' from the up on your eye down to back of your thigh, skeet skeet, look out for my geyser, you may need to visit Kaiser. No lie, I'm no liar.

Bridge Me

When ya came crawlin' back I was too busy playin' a mack and ya felt the need to call me off track. You had it comin' for ya, when ya, left me for who am I kiddin', your "ex", I even gave him respect. IM'n him through your name, called him out of the flame, calm'n him down, easin' his brain. "I finna, jump off the bridge!", I said, no way don't kid. We met up at the 76, thinkin' what am I doin' here, she's yo "chick". I said, go'head we mix'd, her emotions are tricked. I encouraged you partna, and the words spoke from me heart, huh. I ain't one to fuss over no girl, even if she meant the world, at the time. The girl has a mind, she decides, and I'll divide myself any given time. One for you, and one for her, take me by my words and leave for the cure. Headaches and heartbreaks all happen too often, if the pussy too rotten, don't bother, me drop'em.

Upheaval Geneva

I held your hand by your side while you were asleep, I ask God, are you the one for me. So young and naive, I treated you a Queen. You were the only one I've seen. I overdone it, what every girl would dream. It was as real as it got, but you traded me for your ex, I left the spot, and you came crawling next. I said no, not gonna happen, but you know, my cock wasn't askin'. I shot but the next steps were blocked. My judgement was rushed, but it was better than being crushed. To this day, you're the realest I touched. Even with the cut, my head for you was gut. Now instincts are my safeguard, whoever's next I'll be hard. Not just my dick, it'll be straight from the heart. And if it tears apart, I'll hold it from flying far, every piece will be scarred, but it's still together in our jar.(I know, I know.. lame... Butttt, STFU&ROFL).

Kilo F-K

One calls me Kilo, One Shot the free load. Pass that dirty gat and call it the 'hero'. Untraceable straps on me bro like back in the days, the crates come clean for the dough. Lookin' for some rats and feed those, give 'em mouse trap and clink, blow. These bitches minx, I mean ho's. You can spot a stink below clothes. Disgustin' swearin' by the brink they don't know. You'd think I'd play by the book, homie, you don't know. I got my own rules possibly made by a pro, what suits you best, I'm down for the low. You speak on behalf, I do it pound for pound on my own. You can walk around town feelin' empty pride you never found. Even if this isn't my birthplace, I put it down for my crown. Now calm down, I left for better grounds, no more cops to hem me down. No more shots to look around. Gettin' glocked won't hold me down till you put me down, c'mon don't play around. I can see it in your eye, the trigga must not lie. You don't pull, I'm still standing here alive. I get it, you get swindled by the words of a riddle. You thought I was belittled instead look who skittled, the rainbow in your eye matches the gay foes who lie.

In Betweener

Father of mines, I'll give it to ya proper in time. For now, my conscience is blind. What you see of me comes naturally unkind. I dislike my state of mind, no one can try to ever find. You've held it down with me on the decline, my facial frown is caught on rewind. I'd never thought you'd see me this way, sure, walk with me and don't stray. You box me in with no pay, how can I live to next day. My only choices are obvious, they're reminders of all of this, me, what I've become, what I should do to get things done. Your few words go unsung in my head it hasn't rung. The bell that I strike is the head of my life, no one taught me anything, I just saw what I shouldn''t be, you, the abandoning. I sensed it from the start, only God knows my heart and will try me for my part, your justice is me, going on to be free. I done do what I want whenever I flaunt, cuz of you it's the jaunt, that I see so staunch. Let go of the puss, that's not the only thing that's cush, even I can hold it off, can't you see, I'm falling aloft. The pit is higher than usual, so I'm fallling on top, the top of the bottom, right below the losers, this is where I land, just above the users.

Seven

The homie was done up when I was 15, it's been 7 years I haven't seen him. Your delay leave had it been clear, yet we were all so near. Then came the viewing, I couldn't shed a single tear. I was suited and booted steady armed and looted. My mind was polluted, the alarm was who'd of it. If I knew of it, my .45 will prove to spit. That's road one of who this is. Road two is new from shit. Best disguised my face fools who looks of it. New school doesn't know rules from scripts. Seperate jewels from mates who make a date to rake and take. I'll see you one day when I leave this place. It could be eternal for the choice I make. For now, you're nocturnal when the haunt takes shape. Rest in peace with my baby please, until the next life I wake, with open arms my young lad mate.

No! Ode to Know

No Light, no Dark!
No mourn, no doom!
No spark, no ignite, no flint to strike.
No clouds, no shower,
No glass beyond the hour.
No banks, no bed, no "l' into the ocean's well".
No end to Stow,
No iminent danger to hide the "Grow'd".
No leeway to leeward.
No distinguishing features,
No breeding a leecher,
No rules from teachers.
No getting around, no cars,
No trudging, no far.
No slow, no fast,
No moving planted on grass.
No e-mail, no electronics,
No 411 from the half-bionics.
No beach, no snow, no room to roam alone.
No solo, no bare to the bone.
No hugs, no kisses, no social mixes,
No icebreaking to feel for the fixes.
No shadows, no time, no fruit, no mind,
No grey, no prays, no apple, no way.
November!

Self-Explanatory

I ain't perfect but I sho would like to be, I ain't worth it, God knows I'm after she. Picture perplexed, distortin' imagely. It sure hurts like heck, those texts weren't meant to see, the day of light, confessed to her, for me. For the better, my health importantly, I know letters aren't the forfeit of the you and I, you see. Ever dreamt so wide, the end does not apply, the opportunity among the eulogy, discerning the fool in me. Returning retribution for my polluted revolution, ideologies change but not the one who remains. I'm still here, I should've been the one to disappear. Inscribe my rightful thinking, mislead when actions blinkin', death bed should of been mines cuz I'm slowly sinkin'. Only an uplift from a spliff could set me free from grief, but look here chief, I'm not givin' up Aneef.

Nonderstanding

I'll ram my rod into your girls' bod for fuckin' with the under god. My blunder dog, is you frontin' the Wonder's mod. Hood grown neva flawed, you'da thunk I'm your mighty God. Son, teachin' and learnin' is one thang, breachin' and burnin' is ones' fame. Preachin' a sermon is ones' game. No lie lives here, I steer clear from the bitches who yap in fear. Underestimated not fully pixelated, mind game trade it for the fine wave to stay sit. Uncomprehendable, always inelegible, turn'd down cuz my face is so and so. I'll take it and let it go, which some cats may neva know. Return back with double dough to bake cake for my father, you know. He can't be bother'd though, I'll make my way, I'm out the door. Not even backed by bros, I'm sittin' here mackin' ho's, supposedly, who knows. The northside(nutsack) playas can be naysayers, ya'll got balls, but I got the cock to let it blow. You want blocks, I'm lettin' you know, don't talk down, or you end up a foe. Keep it rational, I got stats you don't, you got stats I won't, ever hear, feel me peer. Or betta yet, the age is clear. You nowhere near me so keep it there.

Uni Verse

My head is in the verse, like the uni when it burst. Scattered senses left me out. Never again will I sprout nonsensical mythos when in doubt. You can travel your own route, not like mines stompin' grounds. You say this and that, but I don't play click the clack. You may have homies that don't know me, and the fools frontin' phonies. They not down, chugg a 40, spit some rounds, put that on me. You seem to be worried, I got nothin' to lose, must be buried. Haters fuss and they flurry, tickle'em down with a flurry. McBought maggots and I'll bash on them faggots. Like a tick, let'em talk, I'll be your wick, light me off. See me flinch, hurry boss, c'mon grinch, hate it off.

Gather Round

Put me on a track where you take it a decade back. Freedom days gone, growin' up in the east side of the strong. At the beach swiggen erk'in jerk puffin' on a bomb, blunt, lookin' for some thongs from a cunt. We crept the night, cuz we didn't belong in the day, too suspect, even if around L.A. And to this day, the boys in blue never swayed. The packs been dealt, the cards been played. To those who learn, and those who pray, the streets not gone, engaged in many ways. Story tellin' hood bang yellin', postin' up till the block starts swellin'. Cops arrive and you can't tell'em, who's on parole and who's a felon. Start mobbin' home or you start mellowin', mind blown out, come to a crawl back at the jailhouse inn where it sins randomly on repeat again and again.

Head Over Feels

I can't find my path, unstable walkin' a wrath, hung from above, I'm holdin' my epitaph. Zig zaggin' a mess, it's unclear to be travelin' linear. Negativity is dear, neva hate or neva fear, it's not too late, I'm chasin' still in the rear. When waitin' suddenly takes place, it's the day I'll see your face. Upbeat, so conceit. The finest wine design from fleet of the feet. We'll meet undiscreet, dispute a couple of feats. Make my way on over slowly seduce you softly with poetry. Let you know what got ahold of me by way of the older me. Been bruised by the coldest shoulda, it infuses the most potent aroma. The stench of a disturbed persona, carries on the tune of a lonely souljah. It can't be over, otherwise my heart has been Ranged Rover'd. Running rampant apart from being sober I'll be gone in (originally)November until the neverending remembers.

Fathersome

It's a beautiful struggle, you left me here to be juggled. Not even a firm direction, I'm puzzled. Why give birth to me, I'm muzzled. You're suppressing my bubble. I can't even exert off my potential, worried about my fallen credentials. You weren't considerate of my dentals. I learned you hid off my supplementals. It's like I'm holdin' on by a string you created for me to sting, you back, I'm no longer that little pin, as if I'm your only tack. Your thumb against my back is done forever so called dad. And no, I'm not even mad, I'm immune to the sad. Just be there when I'm squared and then you'll be glad. If not, that'll be another no show, and I'll hold you to that. Everything you tried, I'll multiply and decide, you can hope that I strive, but my stroke will be Bona-fide.

Wrong Way

In exchange for the light, I want to lead my life. Servin' a purpose not worth searchin' on this night. The devil is knockin', wood grain rockin'. Whisperin' who's been watchin', who's next poppin'. Body guard blockin', one shot, bonk him. Drop one Compton, drop some Tonkin. Swallow soul often, quota met, comp him. Soda set, stomp'em, liquor mix, launch one. Switch the clip, stock'em. You on the list godson, sendin' a gift God send. And when you descend all gauzed in gin, I'll ascend with my purpose served keynotes in hymns. The word rewrote on skin, permanently dressed to win. Not lookin' back at the sins, more like a crack addict on a scwhinn. Striding through nose up at the wind. Contemplate whichever which way, ridin' all goosed up into the next day. Come to find out, crew prayin' to you layin' casket capped and wrapped to who's sayin' is not the ordinary group to who sang it. You bang'd it, and I rang your bell, forewarned your early trip to hell. Very well, you knew what you smell'd, and nosedived your own self in what you now dwell.

Flashback Forward

She leaves you breathless, heart starts to mess with. Entangle your attention to test quick. Boosts her ego cuz you checked it. The eagle has left the nest fixed. Swingin' her hips confound for quips I can attest to this. Her sound echo's from memoric episodes that never rest in the pit. The lost cause stays flawed with the rest of the click. Significant other is on pause like a prick and a snob, shallow hits turn me off. Battle fits, I'll be at lost. Let you win cuz I'll be gone. Someone else will come along with better health, I know she's strong. Just like I, we'll comprise and lessen shit thats not worth a try. Until then, I'll have blank by my side. I better rank by the glide, not the feint of a pride, suspecting I'll do good with a blink of an eye, not a wink, I will try to conform a think and apply, approach, and let it encroach.

Vindictive My Ass

Straight from the grapevine, what you need to do is get up off mines. I was being nice till you started actin' vice. It may have died down a bit but I'm still full of dry ice. I'll explode your career, have you earn a bit of fear. Alleviate your hemisphere, whoever on me, is always in the clear. Nah mean, mow you down with John Deere. Graze on my grass, it'll be your only pass. C' hoppin' blood droppin' drips of candy acid. Folk watchin' spoke dandy coppin' clippin' tabs. You'z not on my level, meet you at the bar with my rag. And I ain't finna be no punk waggin' tails saggin' ass. Keep it cool, the ones who know me, speak rules of the cash. You want it back, wait for my rails to hit the track. Then it's on, got my drink and my two clip. Bottle sink and your crew hit. It's on, get the parmesan, and tell 'em that it's gone.

Stealin' a Smile

For the split second moments, it felt almost as omen. The promise is golden, stopwatchin' a poem. Count down for the whole rhythm, take into account the flow algorithm. Needn't see eye to eye, cuz I felt you by my side. When you left, I wanted to cry, not really, I just wondered why. Blank stage swearin' off till I die, if you know me then, I'll leave a reply. No such guy will bring you wise street tries. He'll study contemporary livin' and catch a glimpse of really carin'. I've been there to have done it, one way or run it. Your aura brings melody along with originality, one can only hope of it becoming actuality. Back to reality I'm left slumped to practicality. I bid you farewell for the rest is commonality.

Ken Dog

Ken drop tons, his ass is on the run. Catchin' a case with bitch made triggas. You feel me, watch what these cats gon' squeal, they snitchin', light'em off the mat then peel. Shock they ass, like an electric eel, shiv shank'em and tank'em. You my lil' dog from A-Blocc, serve 'em they meal. You know how we deal, don't fold, I'll catch the convict once released he done deal. Whichever is free, he ain't done me. I'll catch him for you crook, and show him what a K-crook is all about g. You learn from older burns, and mash'em they platter churned. Crinkle cut butta blade, twisted thrust cutta made. Stick'em busta kama kaze. For the cracks, comma's and lower case. The older G's upper laced, some never made a pace. Watch me now, steps I made, like The Art Of War, prep'd the stage. Clockin' whores any day, fuck the lore, I made my way.

3 O'Klock'em

Don't forget the homies, they'z not phonies, you yappin' outta yo ass balogne. For the things you done, I oughta clock you homie. But I got yo watch befoe me, let time tell the consequences you owe me. Don't flake the block is on me, catch a hot one when the cops is on knees, lookin' for shell cases, the spot is on lock-free. You might be clear, but for the dogs, it's on g. I might be wrong, but still, it's on b. My blood runs thick, full of viscosity, like floatin' on oil, my pot lacks drops of debris. You mock to a degree, where it's to the point, you thought you'z a G, I'll put that O before it and let you sneeze one at me. I sit here laughin', with a joint stocked back to inventory. Pre-rolled wraps of joy leaf, keeps the boys at ease instead of three-fold wraps at 3.

Take Her to the Limit

It was a cold moist night clearly to consume, the voice beyond might with a dash of perfume. Her body got me yawning wanting to resume, what made me imagine she's the star of the loom. Better yet she's the bride to the groom. Tick tockin' watch clockin', bound together in one room. I found a letter stating rhymes whenever she climbs higher than ever. I'll defy her with flyers, posted miles from sky earth. From the Nile to an isle, I'll run from your smile. You're too beautiful, but your always in denial. Why so childish when it comes from a mild wish. Even though it's fatal, I'll consider one at the table. Eating breakfast with Navals, and the next trick is labeled. Unable to stay bold the next love may very well just be gold.

Duece Duece Spittin' Truth

I got my first heat with no clip to let it speak. Thought my game over and passed it to the grave go'ers. My initiative was to make bread, grow older, hot lead, no holster. Prison spread on top of the bolster. 2pac poster with the crop on ova, my side of the bed layin' flop not sober. Where he at, what you mean, bitch can't you see I'm not what it seems. I'm swayin', eyes decayin', oops, there goes what I ate, when? Lights out, Votanna freakin' me out, pager E-pill trippin', yo girl is loud when she shouts, get her outta my ear and outta my house. Boot me like my B-Boots , leavin' doggin' me out. Smoke some, cats who come, can't maintain a steady income. Can't maintain a steady outcome when we higher than a cloud son. When they high they lose it and run about son. I witnessed it all, some go south and some start to fall. The more juice they saw the more harder they crawl. And by then, these cats wanted to ball, they seen kids who had more balls than at least ten of ya'll.

Look up to Who

Music is my father and the streets is my mom. The cupid and the flower makes you weak on the lawn. He's a ho and she's a freak for the dough. When you left I had to eat on the floor(flo). Brother breakin' loot for the table and some threads. I must admit, I took some steps, peepin' game on your bed. In-n-out ho's, welcome to 310, Sonny S.O.S. even left me his hen. Shit, I said fuck it, my brother before another. I ain't like that, I respect the rules of the game. I passed her up like the trick in the next lane. When I look back, shit, I don't regret a damn thang. Movin' on to better my brain, feelin' lost and not the same, things change but not the numba, it's still the same, just 301, reasonably rearranged. Deranged, derailed, I failed to be the cause of the blame. It's the name, ashamed to reveal she's insane. Fuck it, my father and my mom, I'll just duck it, dodgin' an atom bomb. You really wanna know how I feel about that ho, I'll buy her insurance and let her rot back at home, bring her back before she's gone, collect the tax and spend it wrong.

No Reserves

When drugs start fragmenting the brain, it's as if I oughta be slain. The pain inflicted rain is tears drippin' through the membrane. Everything buried so deep and I seem to go insane, but not really. I refrain from being silly. My train of thought is more than illy. You lookin' towards a door of more than worth a milli. The steps I took like a rook is straightforward not ziggy. Half them girls I fucked were piggies. Any better luck with no ciggies. I gave it up it's filthy. You say "huh, I'm wealthy, reservin' stacks, no dealt fee's". I threw it back, no treasury. Now, I'm back extra healthy. The latter is intact no tracin' tree's. If you know what I mean, intentional lack of evergreen. It comes back not ever lean because karma sways back more heavily.

No Comply

You and I serve more than applies. She replies you're a whore can't deny. I spoke for sure, can't look me in the eyes. For yours it's wide and sweet like apple pie. Better days leaves me an infected stye. Got me blinkin' a hundred million desires, I could see you on the front page of every Esquire. NesQuik, Netflix, next flick down to the very wire. Order Spires, changing tires next door, it's a Goodyear, no it's not you fuckin' liar. Light you on fire, call you hot, breathin' higher. Floatin' and screamin' determining who's beamin' the new bitch for hire. Throw tricks and gimmicks to get her a buyer, at the bar bottlin' up for the entire empire. On second thought your ego is satire, comically played by assimilated attire.

No Dime Play

I mack 11's I don't fuck with dimes, they come dime a dozen, so fuck the rhymes. My eleven is heaven and yours is phased out of time. Eternal sunshine for the spotless bandaged mind. The bandit commits a more popular crime. Rewind my walk abrasia flockin' cocks. Talk is cheap and action speaks louder than hood hoppin' freaks. Stick to your own like 1 and 2 the 3, back it up back it out. Flowin' words of the a's, b's, and c's. Randomly written for the ways of a G. You smitten her in a way she begs to please. No way it's ever at ease, the best play is surely more than tease. Let off your tee, hold hands drinkin' tea, smoke tree's and let it be, bow down on both fuckin' knees. Then poke behind, one nut bustin' skee!

Make Move along the Groove

I had my mind full of souls, they ventilated through the sacks of the golds. More than half wasn't sold. I put out with my sole, we did it for the fun, while I wasn't on the run, you overclocked it chewin' gum. Now look back and tell me that wasn't dumb. The move you made left you in the dump. You had me stumped, boy, I knew it wasn't a stunt. Them toys got you blunt, eventually kluck'd off to some runts. You feel me, like eyes on a cunt, we pride with a grunt. It wasn't meant to be this way, but I had to let it go, don't blame the greed, cause we all had to fold. Play them cards right and the d's in control. I hate gamblin', only thing I know is dies and dominos. With fries, I'm on a roll, you'd be surprised, I grad with no honor roll. But I still know better than other foes. You lack the knows, I'll battle attack your bro bustin' bail out bitches, you snailin' out for the riches. Nah mean, don't get stiffed by no snitches. They're like rats and witches, sniffin' cheese with a knack to flee, folk switchin'. Don't know who's twitchin', itchin', ready to buck for no mission. Lookin' stuck, starin', dissin'. Pause the luck, it's intermission, what, you thought I was done playin', hissin'. Kiss dis' dick and swallow it whole, glarin', sweatin', tear your throat, darin' and wishin'. Take it girl, just take it, you swearin', like the red baron's ambitions. I'll ride your mouth for the sake of ridin' me out.

Hot Cocoa

Rummaging through printed archives on this self snuggly mild night, I come across a letter not worth a second sight. She dreams of a bright future, I can't help but tear the sutures. Not that I care anymore, the words you wrote can be adored. It sparked great meaning and it got me thinking did you really mean it cuz I did not see it, I did not feel it, nor could I breathe it. I couldn't tell you anything just yet, I let it stretch beyond any regrets. I wanted to see you smile till things started to get vile. I knew it was coming but I didn't want you to know. My feelings weren't full but I just let it grow. To be honest with you, I expected the worst outcome, and it came, now that it's done. This was my version of putting off a rejection, time well spent, especially the connections. You and yours, I'm glad to have been a part of, now that you know, goodluck to your dove. I hope it's love cuz mines was partially shoved. Don't take it the wrong way though, I wouldn't have been a great hub. Let me remind you, my wish from above, it'll come to me then, whenever she clubs, I'm kidding, I'll find her at a bar or a pub, I"m joking, she'll find me through luv.

Kickin'

What's worse, a home thiever, or a home thievin' loan? My cats break bread with dial of a phone. At the crack of dawn, I'm out with a yawn. The palm's the pilot, the pawn I lit got clipped bit by bit. While you was searchin' for the next clit to hit, I was eatin' clams gropin' the biggest set of tits. My time and yours, unwind some more, let it all out and kick it out the back door. Stay true to yourself, and the rest is better wealth. Don't fake the front or the front flakes you. Real deal feels the meal and the satisfied walks on heels. You can't duplicate the originators for the time being elevated so the mind see's who made it. The picture ain't painted, it's written untainted, the lessons being awaited. The crime spree's outweighted by the criminally inclined state G's. Don't take the plea, you a snitch, it wasn't me, take a hitch, you on my list B. What, whaddup Cuz, what, whaddup Blood, what, what up wanksta.

Turn Around Time

Every step I take to do right, serves me nothing but gripe. I'll brush off the signals when all that's need is a wipe. It's like I'm haunted from mistakes I'd nothing to partake, I'm brought into is more formal, my decisions' at stake. Followed by hell, my gateway will tell, if I need to turn around, I'm bound for the well. Drive myself into the ground, I can't tell what, why, and who's around. Magnetized to the dark side with a mark above the eyes. I'll keep tryin', not wishin' nor cryin', those were figure of speeches to explain what my reach was. Did it get you, I'm speechless, let it seep through, I'm weakless. In a week or less, my pinky promise left will be put to the test. The stress level will progress if left a mess. Another E.R. incident, I'm prone to address, why now, why me, somehow, I've yet to be blessed. Can it be, I'm chosin' to withstand, I now take you by the grain of a sand. My hope and faith is scopin' my taste, cursed by the being who gave way to my face. This is as deep as I'll go, anymore I will'nt fold, me amore will have to have known, whoever she is, my grass is halfway grown.

Snap Klick

I wonder, if everything went down under, it's all for a good reason. My calling came within reason with the right time of season. Karma came back when I lack the fee's son. I didn't run, it was loomin' over my shoulder, like the cat that was spittin' his revolver. He shot with no cause, sure. But what the hell, no one was got, sir. Mr. Ocifer, you look lost in hurr, stop with tha questions, I prop'd a stir. And he left with no locks to snurr. That's how you keep yo mouth shut, no pointin' fingers, no ointment lingers, the word spreads roundabout for the next ringer. Buzzin', bustin', knockin' on your door with an intro to a .44. It's a nightmare if you'z the one that's scared, got you jumpin' out your underwear. Live around here, got cats who don't fear. Heart of a Rex, got us thinkin' who's next, the first step determines the better bet. Judgemental vision delivers a betta livin'.

2nd Guessin', No Question

My assets untraceable, you ask me, my face is bold. Don't play boy before you end up in Playboy. I'll change your face up from the waist up. Make you taste make-up from the cake cup. Have your girl screamin' prenup, she don't want money from a pup. Money made from a scrub, I'll smack you with a dub, and say look, you wanna rub, wanna play with my little club, take you out with a snub, call it a night and head home to grub. Look bub, I ain't got what you want, I don't need what I have, preconceived notion got you leanin' for the grab. Go ahead, take a stab at it, what you think, money's a bad habit. Give me a wink, hell, I let you have it. No hesitation, but reversed, you meditatin' waitin', what should I do, debatin' whether or not I'm hatin', pshh, trigga please, my case is takin'.

Dead Rose

The price you pay for fuckin' with flowers, just another hour, that bitch done turn'd sour. Hidin' beneath her fake intentions to make you feel power, she ain't thankful for the manhours. I shoulda devour, cop a new cat developin' a new tower, stack that bitch till the heels fall off, your wheels shoulda been my down for tha loft, instead I broke bread feelin' all soft, what you thought of me has never been wrought. You oughta bow down and thank what you got. My pissful promises has brought me down to the lot. You chose what I proposed and left thinkin', bought. It ain't what you buy and what you have, if I was me back then, I would've dropped your ass. Now it's back to mowin' grass, my pockets are the bag, and time is a drag. My new crops finna be dead presidential tags.

Anti-Lock Jaw

This is for the skin deeper's, the pain inflicted leechers, my body achin' creepa's. The skin peelin' reaper that scouts the night for the half sleepin' weepers. Instill a sense of dignity and swallow your pride of chivalry, you can't deny the facts, but you gotta keep it clean untracked. Stop mouthin' off in the back, that shit you talkin's daft. Smoke a pound and laugh, enjoy the sound untapped. You see what I'm sayin', don't get caught up in a trap. My trigga's be knowin', keep it at the dap. Speak what's good and leave it in the hood. When I come around, everythings misunderstood. Why? Cuz you never really knocked on my wood.

Knock'em

Damn, you see that feline girl, you know what they say about feline girls, they bitches for riches, I don't give a fuck like snitches they bitches. You see that diamond pearl, I finna rob one from ya world, I put that on this Earth, like if your girl is givin' birth. If you smoke like Cheech and Chong, then you betta not pass this bong. I swear to God if you look at me wrong, Imma deplete your soul for singing this song. Now back to the top again, one more for the knock I'm in, you wrap for the rocks, I sin. You know what I'm talkin' about, when the drops start leavin' the house, we in and out when I shout, and the cops start peepin' the mouse. So fuck what you thought, I ain't neva get caught, now hold your cock cuz I got mines cocked. Ready. Aim. Now piss on my glock.

Original CEO

Of "EPIC VIBE" but it's all good, do what you do best, this is what I don't mess with. The title in itself is not worth a belt. Props for seein' a representation of my proclamation. Get it and get wit it hip gittaz.

K: Why did you leave the L.B.? I thought you were going to get somethin' started with Epic Vibe/s the name I gave up to you boldly on a random day. Now, I see flyers with EPIC VIBE and was wonderin' if they had anything to do with you? I take it as a no because your in Fresno now. Don't disregard any of this because of you know who. I want to know what happen because I wrote that name "Epic Vibe/s" down on a photo card when I was doodling one day at my rented place on Chestnut Ave. last summer.

L: Well EpicVibe is going on I gave it to Stephen to take care of it I got tired of that scene so Im now in Seattle working on something else. See you when i get back.

It's all gravy.....I take that as a compliment since it's out and about. Rock my title like a brick rockin' tile. It's pieced together by the block built rival. Names and numba's change by the blunder, ya dig, I'm down under but the game's seen my thunder. Ever wonder, what name you flashin', who's game with a passion brought fame and the fashion. What I mean is, it draws attention, the crowd wearin' benjamin's, tossin' a smile or a grin like hmphh. Guess not, respect that title, It'll be respeckin' the founding father. What you thought, I ain't got talent, no honor, no ideas for the flounders. Fresh as it gets, I don't need to fish with a net. Like I said before, Net Worth 0, why, fuck'em, bash they fuckin' brains out, smash and let it rain drought, how in the hell does it pour without a cloud, you fuckin' trout.

Luv at Nearsight

She smiles like an angel, eyes wide angled, cheeks unique through the mind of a fable, unstable divine meets Abel. Her features are height unmaximum, it doesn't end at the light of the pendulum. The innocence blossoms a babe not bottomed, Eve as it is, her top has shot him. He bit once the serpent has spotted them, fate has trait through the clock of abatement. Now watch the statement leave rise to engagement. To my surprise, she hated him. In my demise, he waited then. No other lies were made again. The gin drinkers are high from the rim sprinkla's, drippin' a few drops till the bottle starts sinkin' thin. Eyes been blurry, she walks and talks like she's neva been worried. That show stops like the megapixel crop, froze time to captcha a piece of heavenly hot, ness. Oh, no, he got dissed.

Smoke'd Turkey

You got me lost and faded, my luck has made it to me thus far. I ain't walkin' a limp, thank God for that 'pimp', what we called Newports back in the gimp. When I toke that bleezie, I was high as a blimp, it ain't easy when you smile like a chimp. Boy, I told you not to mess with that teetee, but you fucked a freebie, so she's a sleazy, I don't care, I just wanted to skee skee you see. Bitch is down and easy, you found me freezin', I pounded that meat like a hound so discreet. You see, I, was only fifteen when I went in, and you questioned me on why it's so big, I said shh be quiet and let me finish this cig. My nig, just eat this bar a fig, Newton's, law couldn't catch me on my downfall.

Left, Wrong Turf

After a night out of my first time (maybe last) at a few strip clubs, some tensions were rising between two guys and me. Why? I don't know, the way I perceived things that night was basically goin' all out on cash because I know for a fact that this is something I do not see myself throwin' away money on any further. Anyways, getting into an argument over how I spend my money is something no one should fuss about. Point in case, I left that night thinkin' it should've just been all fun for my first time experience, it turned out to be another time to look back and laugh at altogether. From parting ways with the boys, I decided to take a ride on my bike on the 91 to relieve stress. Yeah, I go on long rides if something's botherin' me. I end up in Buena Park and wanted to check how much gas I have left to ensure I don't need to fill up till I get back home at the corner gas station, kinda tired and buzzin', I chose to see if I can get a room for the night next door. Once I pull in and park, I'm soon greeted by Mr. Revolver, his intentions were simple, get money. Stuck me and imposed that I pull cash from my bank cards at the gas station. To my relief, I had done a withdrawal prior engaging my entertainment that evening and hid an extra card from him. The failure to cough up dough hadn't pissed him off enough to shoot me on our walk back to my bike. Hell if I know he wanted my bike or what not, I thought I was done. Disgruntled, his partner took my helmet as prize value to kluck I guess. I faced what I had on my plate that night and just took in what occured, phoning the authorities is bitchin' so I ain't knockin' they're "hustle" since I've done my fair share. The rest is history.....

Left on Earth 3

Another point blank incident by my own race this time got me thinkin', who barked up the wrong tree? I thought to myself, the tree is never wrong, it was the dogs who was barkin'. It took a mutual agreement of a friend of a friend to let me ride out that night not wanting to escalate the problem at hand. You cats could of sprayed me on my trip back because ya'll was practically driving next to me one lane over followin' for a good minute and two. Like I said before, why pull a strap if you ain't finna gat? This is where I questioned the mighty God himself, how many times have you let me escape death aside from heat related issues? I kinda lost count but you get the idea.

Left on Earth 1

When I was thirteen, I was point blanked iron sighted by some bitter Hispanics. I was leading a group of friends of about 8-10 on my skateboard heading to the local elementary school to get my skate on and entertain a few. A group of 4 Hispanics on bikes came my way and one pulled his gun out, I glanced forward pushin' my wood still, glanced at him, looked back only to see two guys behind me. It was Berry and George, the rest ran like bitches I guess and shows what they would do in the heat of the moment. I kept doin' what I was doin' and and by the time I had turned my head back around, those guys just rode off. I don't have anything to say about people who pull straps and don't gat. I mean, shit, if you wanted me that bad, you should of let off. Don't front and intimidate for no apparent reason.

Deck'd out Dire

I've come to realize that more than half the furnishings in this hell hole rent a space my father put in my face is a combined effort of me and mines that dug up w/o a case. The dirt I done kicked up makes up for the work he ain't picked up. I know it ain't your fault, but I can't explain it to you by default, language.

Burnt Mission

Gazing on the horizon like diamond gleaming the eyes man. No time to be keen, I'm on the line man. Sit back and enjoy the ride fan, the tan khaki's on track, bam. One for tha team, I'm in your door, with a muggin' mean, you hit the floor. You fuckin' whore, I ain't get shit that day, not much to explore. I left me askin' "we finna get some more?".

Spring, Texas

My experience in Spring,Texas is minuscule compared to the daily grinders of that geographic location. Having been accompanied by my older brother and his father away from home during the retreat I called upon has turned my hectic scenarios into a more subtle standard approach. The vast open area makes distinguishing old sectors from new ones a sinch. Wide roads and lanes are accomodated with stop lights placed horizontally, trenches lay alongside waiting for that heavy rain. The combinatorial ads of new homes are placed at every major corner for hopes of a newly interested customer. Many small businesses are placed according to sound decisions and drives the locals in for their convenience rather go the distance for similar specialty. I view this as a great escape from the inner city of Houston, a modern rural sprawl with upcoming opportunities if so desired. The people are friendly regardless, a sense of small town hospitality in a spread out space. A little too quiet if you ask me, great for raising children and spending quality time with just about anyone who's important in your immediate surrounding. Not my ideal place but an interesting investment upon the horizon.

Tacoma, Washington

My trip to Tacoma, Washington in the summer of '97 as an adolescence was an exciting one. I smoked ganja and drank with some old cats up there (Tacoma Boyz, Original Lazy Boys), surpisingly enough, that was when I was introduced. When cargo pants were the thing down in So Cal, it was outdated by Tacoma's standard. Long hair, down to the back was in style while shortly after, So Cal caught on and a few including myself grew it out. It was clear the interracial dating brought the first I've witnessed a couple of Afro-Asian American babies. My attention to environment wasn't clear at the time, but I enjoyed my stay by taking in on the moment.

Frantic Fallacy

With passion of exuberance, the drive of an unconditional feeling overpowers the heart. My dear love, your pride has void and fell apart. Theatre researches blooms the art. I take my days ever so slightly from the start, and yonder what ought to be in plain sight. The intricate yet delicate tendency to take flight, is limited by the colors of right then passed to do what serves the night. He yearns for the dawn of light to spectate and retract the cord of memories. Brought together by slow recovery, wishful thinking sparks discovery. Not to mention faith and fate, collaborative promises are never too late.

Honey M.J.

Honey dipped marijuana extra dry was my first experimentation to sell dimes at the cost of a quality product. This was of course in the days of my early life at around the age of 14-15. I was in no way trying to impersonate a big time dope dealer, just pushin' what I had to make a few bucks to spend. The customers were satisfied but I was not lookin' to make a career of slangin' M.J. while I too was enjoyin' it firsthand. I had side tracked and moved onto priorities rather than livin' the life of a money muncher. It was a call I had to make wisely to get where I am today.

Dirty Laundry

The old local complex laundromat is notorious for engaging in illegal activities. At such a young age was I exposed to bad habits influenced by older cats. My first tattoo was finished in there (when I was 12) and the tools of a crime I did not participate in but labeled an accomplice to, was dropped in there. First came the 40 oz. OE and St. Ives, Silver Satin, then stress sacks moved onto mid greens and chronic, after that I fumbled with methamphetamines for just a few months in the span of a couple of years. All in a little room provided for the tenants, housed attempts to break in and steal the quarters that ate nonstop once in a long while. The electric breaker that powered the lights in front of the complex and everyone's door was shut off and on vicariously. The joy of a rebellious youth matures sooner than a young hip adult with no prior experience.

Summers Past

I can't help but sit here and explain a debacle I have going on this very moment from early on this year. Just before the economy started getting weak last year quarter 2-3, I was laid off from a company that employs nationwide. I then was given a choice to file for unemployment (which I did) and look for jobs (which I received) nearing the end of 3rd quarter. It wasn't a problem until a few fellow acquaintances started taking advantage of my generosity during my two month break last summer. I payed my bills and had savings to pay the following month in the event I do not get hired elsewhere. So, long story short, I've partied hard those available days and evening knowing what I knew then, that I was heading downhill from being around those guys on a daily(nothing against ya'll, my judgement was clouded). My escape from the harsh reality, so it seems, was to drink my frustrations away and somehow lead to what I thought I would never get into again, drugs. Not that I haven't experienced them before but to get into a semi habit of tokin' was ill fated. Things started getting harry and my conscience snowballed into a catasrophic life changing event altogether. The choices I had started getting slimmer and by the time I realized what big a mess I got myself into was too late to back track and attack verbally and set things straight. This led me on a journey to clean my act up on the months ahead clearing my conscience from anything that I deemed unworthy to deal with.

Free Life

The best things in life are free. Among these life changing events are obstacles to overcome and passages to pursue. Acquiring the right amount of tools to enhance our daily living is a plus. Setting an example and seeking a purpose defines our genuine quality. Reaching out and guiding the not so sure boosts morale. Only when tragedy occurs do we as people care to look beyond the vertex and give a helping hand. In the essence of immediate failure comes the prominent effort to correct these problems. Everything else that comes to mind is just part of a relief. A wider stance, grabbing chance, up to the minute clamorous glances make up the neverending
dance.

Soul Crush

Would you consider a person dispicable for having done wrong once at an early age into adulthood relating to relationship matters? Is it too extreme to label someone in your books a "cheater" because of one incident? How would you go about proving a changed person by simply asking or believing in their words? I ask these questions because I was that young adult who committed such a horrible thing. Despite the guilt, I have confessed to the young woman I was dating. It was bottled up and whirling in my head, the vivid words of wrong doing shot out from my lungs expressing a forbidden plea. She gasped in awe, tears trickling, emotions climbing, heart wrenching, gut crunching, and I cringed disgracefully. Looking at her poor soul smashed from words no one ever wants to hear set the tone straightforward into victim mode. I cannot say it was difficult to have said those things but to live an ongoing lie and secret was something I'm not down with. I do not feel good about what took place but, crushing a heart is the worst anyone can do to someone else whether unintentionally or otherwise. My views and goals have changed, I accomplished a few and many are bound to come. I believe everyone deserves a second chance of redeeming themselves to be accepted for forgiveness and moving on carrying the idea that change is for the good of self improvement. I would like to argue to anyone that “once a cheater, always a cheater” is not exactly true based on exercising the transition. If you feel obliged to answer those mistakes and erase some names from the bad list to not so bad then seeing is believing on top of building a rather unique trust that shows a slight interest to sustaining the prior relationship towards that person.

S&D

Steve and Darrell, my brothers from one other. It ain't the same when the pack is splintered, I put up the packs of sticks that cause cancer and shivers. Don't forget a trigga, my ways of livin' has been cleansed from litter. No support what so ever, I gotta live like a feather, floatin' freely from dimes untethered. No boundaries, crossed forever, inundaned mandated brainwave that's marked unclever. The freeway clear day drops flee near together, I'm under the weather, no matter or whether, it's known irregular to be at peace now then never. Outspoken in the publics eye, keepin' a composure, I'm not ready to die. Self contained, I trained my mind, not runnin' but hummin' a cry, J.C. doesn't forgive, he's dead for tha lie. In bed, it's fetal position and fatal to be wishin' what not and who gives a kissin'. Please, keep it real until the end it's near. 2012 and 2016 is the date you ain't gotta fear. Lil bro showin' love from a complicated day facin' the rear, the view none other is drownin' face flat weepin' in tears.

R.I.P. George

It was a gloomy friday in the month of November the 2nd, 2001. I was just 15 years old that time and was enjoying an evening at Cal Rec. playing billiards with some neighboring friends. It was a usual afternoon through evening day as any other, the intentions of getting home safe was not really an issue to be concerned with besides knowing the correct path to take when heading back home as the racial tensions between Asians and Hispanics were starting to peak again. Once a few of us left, we assumed the remaining party would be ok since they had bikes and we pushed wood through the urban concrete cracked surface streets and alleys. By the time we got back, I was in a frenzy to spark up a blunt and get my high on. At that moment, a half a dozen gunshots were let off in the radius of about 2 1/2 blocks from where I was. I quickly questioned an acquaintance next to me if he thought that would be one of our boys in the midst of puffing. In half hours time, my brothers' friend came franticaly explaining what he thought had happened since he was near the scene of when it occured. I then took in what appeared to be a dream in the wake of coming to disbelief and felt blank throughout the end of the ordeal. I couldn't shed a single tear when it came to the final viewing as it struck me vaguely on why not, but why so and what's really at hand as a whole.

Shock Value

Abrasion tone elevated in a reapers home, laceration face palm'n in your throne, bow fainting out. The knee drop in front of your door to the exit wound walking a blur, I couldn't rearrange my face when it came down to the stare. It took a rejection to cause you to snap, should of thought of that before you left me for crap. In defense, I let you off the hook so easily, I mean seriously all you should of done was please me to leave it be. No remorse so I jumped the gun with the next, which is now another ex in respect I regret. The rush for another just seem so lush, I can't disrespect myself to go beyond a modern day crush. I leave it at that to find tranquility while the will is free. Adjusting a common goal, my life is still ready to unfold, the stories I've told really never gets old.

Outlook

A new start in life heading directly for the brighter side of things can only be that of a good thing. Sometimes, picturing what it would be like in the future can relieve what's been having a firm grasp on your memory from the past right this instance. It holds a positive attitude to strive for no matter the situation. When things get sour and start to shower, the best way to deal with it
is running for an hour. Stress and pain, agony and problems, frustration and anxiety are exfoliated as the negative glands exits the innocent skin from damaging itself any further. Sinking self-esteem degrades and chips away the character aura of which we feel individually. To recover the loss of personal character growth, it's inevitable to avoid major catastrophic red flag events, this excludes anything obvious.

Cigarettes

At the steady peak of many wasteful days and nights beginning summer of '97 through '02, I cannot recall the exact time of day (summer '97) of when I started smoking cancer sticks but the primary reason was, no, not to be "cool" but that of personal issues like an alternative to relieving stress. The lack of parenting is sure to be a likely candidate to blame first and foremost, then again, I see this problem as a learning experience. Not every kid that grows up under strict rules ever follow the orders put out by parents in the first place, unless of course, they come from another background. The endless possibilities of screwing up very young is not far fetched but that of natural selection. My father is a hypocrite but he has put an effort to sway me in the right direction by telling me not to smoke and yadda yadda yadda. Being the youngest of three, I can surely say, no one was ever there to look over or after me. The only immediate “family” I've endured were the acquaintances that surrounded me during these young free times. It's official as of yet that smoking is a thing of the past not to ponder and dwell on the hardship that leads me here presently. While polluting my lungs heavily prematurely, I've concluded that no matter what type of smoke enters your body, cold turkey is the most rewarding accomplishment to attain. Once you start to feel the wrath of nicotine and any other chemicals associated by inhaling toxins into your system on a day to day basis, then, you'll know it's time to put up that lighter and call it quits.

On a side note... Left on Earth 2

Three luckies from every pack I've bought have always been saved for the final few puffs. I treated those 3 as if my life was on the line for every encounter and in one instance did I believe it save me for some odd reason. One night I went downstairs in the complex I resided in to enjoy the last lucky cigarette I had in possession with me only to spark up that very moment to gunshots from a guy standing 15-20 feet away letting loose trigger happy. In the split second of hearing and not seeing right when I sparked up the lucky, I had no choice but to run up the stairwell onto the second floor. Minutes later, I come to see a bullet hole penetration from the right side of my Levi's where my knee is located (enter and exit hole). It was only one inch away from taking my knee out and should I thank the superstitious conscience of believing in luckies. Being shot is not what makes you harder or stronger but represents an equal amount of danger to the person who escaped death one too many times as opposed to not ever point blanked or targeted on a few occasions at all. So, don't ever forget those luckies whether 5 or 3 flipped upside down after a fresh pack packin'.

Persevere

Ignorance is bliss when filtering the damned unknown to man when casting a solution to a cause unheard of principles over matter mended minds. Uncontrolled naive propelled actions damage the soul but strengthens the heart profoundly for a cure. Self sustained and contained thirst for righteousness penetrates the deepest, darkest, and dirtiest fortress to withstand the opposition to take into account the forthcoming consequences. Instinctual feelings are best explored in pursuit of the purveyor with untainted aggression for the best outcome...

The Gerald Desmond Bridge

The Gerald Desmond bridge between Long Beach and Terminal Island is an amazing structure to run on. It's about .97 miles from one end to the other and running one way is not an option unless you are headed elsewhere. The start up stretching area, just outside Molina Healthcare is an ideal place to warm up. From that point on towards the GD bridge is approximately .67 miles. So, basically it would be an overall 3 mile (5k) cardio round trip. That would be a great starting position to and from if consider a beginner or starter, whichever suits you. Now to add on additional miles, it would be recommended to do a little research and pick a business center, or better yet, an area of interest whether it be residential and/or business further away from the initial starting location. As you progress in time and/or speed/pace, then it's soley up to you to find other unique jogging/running spots. This is great for anyone looking to get away from the treadmill or simply just to explore your surroundings.

Accelerated

The LHC(Large Hadron Collider) is a very intimidating scientific system put forth in testing by none other than CERN. The main purpose of it's use will be to further explore the magnificent atoms that make up the universe of what it is today. An experiment to try and obtain "Big Bang" theory like temperature in a controlled environment examined by highly qualified physicists and scientists alike. I have seen on a few pages of media about concerned citizens worrying about it's primary and life defying use, but have not dived into comments as I can already see the accusations that would hinder the educational purpose. This is an interesting test being put out by the founders of the WorldWideWeb. There's even an atom in the name of God himself of which we are seeking to match the equation of the nano instance. I stand with the physicists in order to gain a piece of time and space itself added with what we know as massive energy mingling with each other to eventually become what is now, the Universe.

Meantime

Seasons change and so do people, reasons arrange around the leap hole, Times push forward and we seek the past for things that don't last, Presently speaking for the many weep whores and tragedy crash, Dragged out from existence and faced with a distraughtful living mass. Until the we find the inner sanctum of sanity with pleasant forms of humanity, I give thanks to the donor of seeds he has bestowed upon me, Not raised rightfully, but grew up along the way despite the fee, I'm talkin' natural consequences for natures intentions, donned the blame of detention, With plenty of tensions comes will of another resurrection. Predetermination racin' above inflation, cast a shadow of a greater later nation, Not enjoyed by propaganda but a lively agenda, No wonder I'm livin' under a heavy coup de'tat mantra. Philosophical intellectual property preach poetry, I'm no entry but sleeps knowingly. Given up fear in search of hope, Greet life as it is, It's fucking dope.

Zune

I just got the Zune 8gb in black and I'd like to do a short consumer review. First off, the packaging approach put forth from Microsoft is something unique as it adds an artful and sleek welcoming intro. The simple and intuitive functions of sync and software available for download at zune.net/setup is a way to stay connected with content via web and interact "socially" with fellow Zuners. Now for the product itself, I'm impressed with how the touch sensitive control is quite simplistic and really responsive. There's even an option to turn touch off for a more accurate press and click scheme if thats your style. It's light and feels fragile yet seems sturdy if taken care properly. This is perfect for someone like myself as I would have not like to jog or run with the larger 80gb and 120gb respectively. The preinstalled content is an extra for someone who does not like scrounging around for wallpaper or in this case, a background, the default is cool enough for me. The FM player is mediocre and delivers what any other ordinary device with an FM tuner would have w/o the antenna extension. Overall, this is a great product for an ordinary Microsoft user like myself and while not a fanboy of any specific type, like it or not, it's well designed.

OO Impression

Sweet, first time user of OpenOffice Writer and I'm impressed with the layout and UI. This is almost like Microsoft Word but without the application fee. I have many things to learn from about user/developer created content that's actually free. Not that I'm a cheap skate or anything, it's just the community that's involved with the process of contributing ideas and updating quirks and bugs at the cost of other users is awesome. I can honestly say this will fulfill the needs I have of getting simple writing tasks done and from my initial impression, I would have paid for such services, instead I'll be donating when time comes. Kudos to always to open content.

Google Chrome

Google Chrome was awesome, till it crashed my laptop. I don't know whether to try it out again and see if the problem persists, but it caused my wi fi to limit itself and shutting down the notebook was impossible. For the wee hours of the day of loading page after page from the net with this particular browser beta was a breeze besides cpu spikes when the laptop was warm. The structure is simple yet manages to do it's job in a timely manner on par in comparison to Firefox 3. I'd like to give it another shot, but it's going to have to wait for a bit in order for me to actually link the problems that occured and directly associate it with Chrome.

Econ Rant

I’ve been living under a rock for a couple of months now, since the start of summer actually and for the first time I can see what the economic impact has on the citizens of our great land. Never have I felt “alone” in a city before while pumping gas at the 76 station. There were no one else, and usually, from past experience at least one other person or two are pumping. This to me has not only showed what a weak “recession” we’re having but it demonstrates the reality of it. Democrats are pushing for a second stimulus check, but I doubt that it’ll go through since there is a price to be paid for and money given away for free at a cost does not happen this often. Honestly, if the good people that were handing out unemployment checks to begin with only took it serious in the 4^th quarter of last year then, I am a victim of being unable to collect those so called Social Security Income. I’m past the anger and frustration stages of when they rejected me since last summer, otherwise I’d still be collecting with the added extension in which news broke and pissed me off even more. Not that I refuse to look for a job, I have, it’s just no one were accepting at that time and many other companies started cutting people loose. I paid my taxes and have not seen a dime in return. It’s well over a year now and really, I mean really, I’ve suffered enough of it. I would have not enjoyed receiving money for sitting on my ass all day so it doesn’t mean much to me, just the sheer fact that what I gave to the government never made it back to me as promised when an event like this occurs. I’m taking a new direction in life as of yet and still waiting patiently to pursue it in hopes of an early date for me to actually go forth and obtain it. From hectic and uber busy to calm and slow is a change I’m not willing to accept any longer. Cheers.

iLook

Returning to contacts from spectacles has never been better. Not that I don’t enjoy wearing glasses, no, it’s an escape from having to worry about strapping on while working out. It’s one less of a hassle to deal with but adds the extra attention to, say adding eye drops every so often to keep it lubricated. Each has their own precautions respectively. I’ve worn sunglasses all day though to keep from looking like I have small eyes. This is the consequence of switching and seeing from eye view rather than squinting the distance from eyeball to glass. I look ridiculous if you ask me, nothing like a quick fix with shades and widening your natural peripheral view behind them to slowly but surely see and “look” as if I’ve never worn glasses before.

The People and I

Many friendships can last or be destroyed. Some are significant and some are less relevant. Being in a relationship can alter the best of friends. Loss of communication leads to total withdrawal. I’ve come to realize that the words of my father are more or less true to a certain extent. A great example would be him saying to only have a few good friends that are trustworthy. I have listened to him graciously thinking I wouldn’t disobey or disrespect any of his advice. I suffer having great friends built on time and space. Being in different schools as a child from 1st through 4th grade and 6th has it’s consequences on building anything for that matter. Middle school was a breeze and my views on life as a whole was changed by way of the environment I was put through. The kids I knew all parted ways entering high school and keeping in touch with them was difficult, let alone ever seeing them again. High school was great, don’t get me wrong, girls becoming young adults in the span of four years and testosterone levels are raging at an all time high. Again, by way of the environment I use to dwell had it’s fair share of unique characters whom outlook in life in itself wasn’t so aspiring nor engaging. By 4th year in high school, I broke my ties with less motivated individuals and ventured out into the working world dumbfounded by wanting to gain work experience while trying to maintain a less healthy college level education. This sums up the people I’ve met thus far and upon the many a years to come, being isolated isn’t so bad for a grim year or two.

AC adaptor

Okay, so I've been away for some time because this piece of crap laptop ac/dc charger was bent at the tip landing on the floor a feet and a half from my couch. It was a bad day, like any other day, some random timing on quickly getting up and causing a slight angle shift on a pillow in which my poor Gateway T 1616 fell. Arghhh! It's tempting to start posting on say a less interweb inclined machine, but I held off in order to do it right and save any draft that's necessary. Enough of this ranting and more substance in future web logs. I shall return upon a triumphant victory in MGO......