Monday, March 31, 2008

black thought is always reading my mind.

Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears
Looking over mad years worth of photographs
Pictures of some places I ain't never going back
Some people I used to love, why I ain't show them that?
The skies was overcast, when I was sober last
My head is spinning, couldn't tell you if it's slow or fast
It's starting to get too clear, I got to go and grass
To y'all it's a shame but life is what we know it as
Waiting, navigating the plot, without plans
In the car, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands
How your man's goin' get up and stop with no yams
All it take is one break, it could pop the program
Whether sinning or not, my back bending like I'm sentenced a lot
I feel some brothers is beginning to plot
It might have been a close friend I forgot
Who started up and ain't remember to stop
I bet these niggaz going remember the shop


People think that I'm crazy, just cause I wanna be alone
You can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
We all deal with shit on our own
And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand
Yeah, you know it gets full blown
I never said that you mean the world to me
Maybe it's best that you never know

Yo, I'm like Malcom out the window with the weapon out
Searching for somehow to find a minute or the second now
Precious time is money that I ain't got to mess about
Need it from the horse's mouth or from my eye with less account
Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out
Stay a little edgy at times when I ain't stressing bout
Haters don't know shit about me, they the ones that talk shit
Those that love me send it out, so I ain't got to force quit
Cause I'm doing better now, don't mean I never lost shit
I was married to a state of mind and I divorced it, man
I'm from where brothers moving product from the porches
People locking their doors, clutching to their crosses
The block hot by the law, there ain't too many choices
So what I do is for y'all, there ain't too many voices left
I watch my back, and watch my step
And I might forgive, but I will not forget come on

People think that I'm crazy, just cause I wanna be alone
You can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
We all deal with shit on our own
And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand
Yeah, you know it gets full blown
I never said that you mean the world to me
Maybe it's best that you never know

Yo, living in turbulent times
The blind leading the blind
Some call it evolution, some say intelligent design
You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind
Your sons' destitute, and their pops all in the prison
My man's back in the jam, he like the back of my hand
He just attracted to scam, he right back in the can
I never sleepwalking, you dig
You get your shuteye
I'm on the first thing in, I'm leaving on the red-eye
My brother back in rehab, just had another relapse
But fin himself, it's been like he's been fighting an energy
Half telling me nobody true when they pretend to be that
So closer than friends, that's where I keep my enemy at
To many parties concerned, it's time to live it and learn
Until we're able to grow, forever bridges we burn
My thoughts free as a bird, that's just about to emerge
And every action is heard, it speaks louder than words, yo



crazy motherfuckers unappreciation.

crazy motherfuckers.

rip little ones :(

everything tasting like blood unappreciation.

why cant i sit still?
why is my attention span at an all time low?
why did i have to get my tongue repierced?

word to jay & lauryn.





bye.

Friday, March 28, 2008

starting my summer with miami.


Trip Summary

Booking Date:

28 March 08

Reservation Number:

0815397277

Trip:

-------

Airline Confirmation #s:

-------(Delta)
------ (Southwest)


Passenger Name(s)

eboogie,fifth letter.


its after lunch & i have the itis:
feeling rather lazy.
BUT i bought my plane ticket this morning!
13 days.
i hope my liver is ready...

edit: got damn nt detectives.

i roll dolo from state to state.


fuck the world, don't ask me for shit.

2 fingers like a player.




word.


Thursday, March 27, 2008

nightmares tonight.

creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy.

stolen from best beard ever
who actually stole if from some geeks

john knows me too well.



I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
but she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change

And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hand
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it’s got nothing to do with me


Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Ooh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
cleaning up the mess he made

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Boys, you can break
You find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without warmth from
A woman's good, good heart

On behalf of every man
looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters, too
So mothers be good to your daughters, too
So mothers be good to your daughters, too.

i gets psycho killerrrrrr norman bates!

remember this guy?
i do.





rip you dirty motherfucker.

hammy, m<3,"month", whatever your name is today.

nt approved?
;-)

shorty got a sharp tongue.
she spit blades out her mouth.

or so ive heard...

queen of sanity.

If I could block the moon
and rob the sun from the sky
my love for you would still shine through
me somehow
and if the rain won't fade away
my love would still soar

I love you.......girl
and I know it shows
I can't deny
the joy I found

and when I'm at my whits end
say the word
the gives me peace within



his music just makes me feel sexy.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

para mi amiga maria.


im pretty sure you dont know who that bitch is.
well, shes responsible for having men across america
scared of their wives during the summer of 1993.

im not even going to elaborate, but G , you sir should be afraid to come home tonight.
the audacity of some motherfuckers.


y maria, estamos aqui!
<3

do you remember the timeeeeeeeeee?

does anyone remember what life before google was like?

i really dont.
like forealsies.

from the bottom of my heart to the top of my lungs.

when i come to work,
the first thing i do is slide my earplugs into their namesake home.
i then put my little black ipod on shuffle.
with 5,948 songs, shuffle is goat.

what is not goat is hearing a shitload of slow songs this early in the morning.
shits cool when its 2 am & youre phone boning (or real boning),
but not as im dunking my donut in my latte.

quick rundown of what ive heard so far:
weak - swv
so into you - tamia
promise - ciara
mad luther vandross (idk why)
you - raheem devaughn
bliss - mariah carey
down here in hell - van hunt
nice & slow - usher
anytime, anyplace - ms. jackson (cause im nasty)

so not only am i feeling quite sappy, im also mildly aroused.
guess ill have to close my door & beat off real quick...

even my computer has add.






this one is old.
really old.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

this blog title was left blank.

best friends want to be enemies, like thats what's in.
but i dont give a fuck.
walk inside the lions den.

woosah. woosah.

hey old people?

yeah thats right, that just happened.
driving 30mph in a 45mph zone, where traffic moves at least 60mph
at any given time, is unappreciated.
thank buddha/allah/god/the devil for tinted windows.
without them, im pretty sure i look like i have
fucking tourettes when im behind your old ass.
im contemplating starting a business where i just drive old fuckers around.
but then i remember how little patience i have.
ugh.
there has to be a stop to the madness.

hey abe, youre also unappreciated.


peanut butter & crack sandwiches.

just might be my new favorite blogger.
fight club is in my top30 favorite movies.
whoever writes this shit is hilarious & id like to be friends.

his post this morning mentioned adderall, which is something
ive used to maintain a normal life.
i havent taken it since the beginning of the year.
but lately, ive been feeling like i need to start again.

when im on it, i act like i should; calm, reserved, grown up.
without it, im like a 3 year old trapped in a grown womans body.
think the movie big.

but being dependent on drugs (or anything for that matter)
is sucky. ugh.

making me feel like tyrone biggums & shit.



all i need.

the yellow one.
at least another 5 pairs to add to my collection.

no words necessary.

more vnecks. theyre gonna need more colors soon.
although one can never have too many white tees ;-)
xs or s please :)

the soundtrack of my work days.

because i suck, i forgot my ipod at home.
but being that my brain is on acid (without the acid), i can vividly hear these tunes:








if i had to sit here everyday with no ipod, id seriously probably slit my wrists.
not because im suicidal, but because id need something to do.
& playing with my own blood sounds rather exciting right now.

pass the dutchey to the left hand side...

yeah snoop, pass that shit.

multiply this picture by 2.


add a few episodes of this.


then ill be back to looking like

just because.


okay. im done being sappy.


homewrecking isnt cool.
my boobs arent even nearly as good as angelinas.


long story short:

r & r?


my vacation isnt coming soon enough.
april 10th seems light years away.
i think ill be in dc this weekend.

word to spike lee.

no need to elaborate.
ive just been

Friday, March 21, 2008

doesnt tattoo ink mysteriously travel into your brain receptors?

although her boobs look wonky in this pic, isnt she lovely?

i mean really, this bitch is beautiful.


so why is she dating a member of motley crue?

there are some things ill never understand.
but whatever. seeing her tattoos make me want more.
i thought 10 would be a good number to stop at.
but since ive passed 8, im thinking 20 may be a more appropriate number.
or maybe 21 to signify me growing up...hmmmm.
but then again, 21 is an odd number & we all know how i feel about odd numbers...
22?

really think I better get a hold of myself, dont wanna let the night get ahead of myself.

i used to listen to john mayer for hours at work.
he calmed me down; kept me from shooting the place up.
well another sensitive white man has taken over my heart.

his name is beck aka bek david campbell.
although he is a scientologist, i still love him.


seachange is my favorite album.
now that ive typed that out, i may have to disagree with myself.
well its definitely between seachange & the information.


add some to your itunes & thank me later.

before my adhd got really bad.

i really want to watch this.
problem is, no one else does :(
i could download it like i do everything else, but
id rather watch it in the theater...

i think ive read every single one of his books.
i used to check out the same ones from the library when i was small.
now i cant sit still long enough to do just that.



mr. theodor seuss geisel aka dr. seuss, you are appreciated.
rip.