NP – Jay Rock Ft. Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul and ScHoolboy Q – Vice City
Pineal – There’s a muscle within each of us, you see. Segregated against … sanctified of truth and of purpose by those we uphold in leadership roles … and thus, unworthy of cogitation by the average 21st Century being. The same being writes this now – with thoughts yet to be validated, and segregated against. Or even admired as such … etc, etc. The cycle is endless, seemingly unfathomable like Wenger’s facial scalp (of all things). The same scalp from which most rich people have persistently kept away that which doesn’t truly belong – like the pattern their back-head-flesh makes when they turn their gaze to the heavens after meals so exotic, that they don’t truly belong… to thank God for fortunes he didn’t exactly avail … if at all he does, or so I think.
“Ask yourself; is that extra meal on your table really worth it when somebody else out there, closer than you’d hate to admit, lays starved throughout this cold, austerity weather?” What have we become? Alien to one another, comfortable in isolation … or more so, our own friends? “Humanity – for all the might we are, lets be just that.”
8 days ago – About Friends
We are accorded equalled right to in-deference, but we do not have the right to get messed up individually.
“You’re friends with people only until they start missing out on jokes. Here; watch me lose a couple more on this one.” (I never posted this before cause I’d hate to bleed more friends). (And there’s the bleeding heart every ex admires). I can tell y’all’re being judgmental right now but before we go any further, know this; “that was a joke… a very bad one at that.” There’s no light at the end of the tunnel to walk towards if you’ve been missing out on jokes and thereafter, spreading false facts about your mates. There’s only pain, suffering, shitty music, and bad beer. And also NEYO – who coincidentally is all of the above. And perhaps a one, Victor Frankenstein? I would never have written that correctly without predictive text, you know. So, thank you technology – on occasion of course. 7 days ahead I intend to publish this … with more relevance to tech.
Just yesterday – So listen, I’m going through some pretty amazing things, things that keep me, bind me from most social relations but I have to write every once in a while, to lay off steam just for the sake of it. And as I’m soon to always quote; a long-ass update @ week keeps the “missing persons'” report away. I hate to worry some of you here, (with emphasis on some) so here’s something I wrote and/or compiled in my more amiable moods – a wake, on the right side of bed if I must emphasize it. A weekly exclusive of all my mischievous run-ins as they precisely occurred, that I intend to run as a blog … as I just have … in my better spirited moods. And yeah, they often swing but mostly to the left – the moods, I mean. Besides, I’m right handed so I guess that explains half of it.
Here; I’ve type-searched ebony quite a lot in the past month alone that my keyboard predictively brings up ANC as a suggestion for lively ants. And I can prove it. But what is that; lively ANC? These things – these so called “smart-phones” aren’t that smart, I tell you. I’m serious. Just the other day I had Comfort call me death … predictively by her own “smart-phone” if I should believe it. But just yesterday I also walked behind these two, really hot girls and didn’t stare at their butts, if you even believed it. Anyhoo, she supposed it so I guess I’ll just have to believe her. But that doesn’t ease my frustration, not for a single bit. I must also report that the guy seated in front of me is chewing gum rather too loudly. I can’t see why that’s annoying but I’ll go ahead and rant about it. Perhaps next time.
You see, lately I’ve taken to wearing stockings indoors (shudder). This might or might not have inference to the works of Buddhist monks on restoring balance to one’s life, which I’ve insanely indulged in these past few weeks. It so happens that ranting, which is one of the issues I intend to counter, comes so naturally to me. Even though I wasn’t always bully bait as a youngster, that part of me needn’t ANC. You see? I do that a lot. To reiterate; it comes so naturally to me. Like eating, or say complaining, or even fisting to um … those other beings.
3 days ago, time unclear:
Fell asleep with my Facebook open a while ago, and I’m glad to announce that I’ve successfully uploaded my subconscious onto the WWW. Pretty cool stuff, except for the math. And what douche codes an entire language in ones and zeros?! I’d go ahead to hypothesize on the matter if I hadn’t just shared the perfect example.