Saturday, August 29, 2009

Peace sells... but who's buying?

I've realized I may say things that offend people.

When I say I've realized, I mean "DUH".

Whaddya mean I don't believe in God?

I talk to him everyday

Whaddya mean I don't support your system?

I go to court when I HAVE to.

Whaddya mean I can't get to work on time?

I got nothing better to do

Whaddya mean I don't pay my bills?

Whaddya think I'm broke?

HUH!?!

If there's a new wayyy..

I'll be the first in line..

but it better work this time..


Whaddya mean I hurt your feelings?

Didn't know you had any feelings.

Whaddya mean I ain't kind?

Just not your kind.

Whaddya mean I could be the president

..of the United States of America?

Tell me something.. it's still WE the people..

RIGHT?!?!

If there's a new wayyy..

I'll be the first in line..

but it better work this time..


Thoughts.

I decided to come to my mom's house and go online instead of smoking a blunt with my patnah in my house.

She misses me now that I'm gone but is annoyed when I visit.

Hip Hop IS dead... to me at least.

I've grown fond of Earth, Wind, and Fire.

The new blog title means absolutely nothing. It is merely a contradiction.

War is a sport.

Ladies... I don't want much from a woman. Just the same thing you want. Happiness.

Businesses advertise their price. Doesn't matter what they're selling. Its cheap.

I took a practice GED test. The man said I didn't need to take his class. I was at college level. He then asked me why I didn't finish high school. I replied,"I got locked up." =/

I've realized that love

...is a goal.
...is impossible.
...stinks.
...can wait.

My past relationships were meaningless. Based on sex. (except one) It slapped me in the face so hard I went celebant for a while.... but then my birthday came.

I think I have a warrant out for my arrest but I'm not sure. If I dont, I should be off probation in October.

I cut my hair. I get so much more female attention... it bums me out really.

I used to like to explain in detail. Now I let people read between the lines. I'm used to it already.

There is some deep meaning behind everything I'm saying.

Go find it, or don't. Whatever...

Work is great.

The only bill I wanna see is the Bill Of Rights.

I'm not as smart as people think I am... apparently common sense isn't so common.

Metal isn't demonic music. They all have a subject and song context. (Something hiphop nowadays is lacking) Different ones too. Not bling bling and cha ching in every song. In fact, the metal I listen to talk about shit me and you go through daily. I hate stereotypes.

Metallica - The Unforgiven


The song is about a man who never really takes advantage of certain situations, never really takes chances. Then, later on in his life, he regrets not having done anything with his life, so he dubs the rest of the world the 'unforgiven'.

- James Hetfield

There's more to it. A part 2 and 3 to the song along with a theatrical version of the video. The lyrics are also one of the most moving pieces of music I've ever heard. And note how unlike other metal ballads, the chorus is slow, melodic, and played with classical guitars and the verse are heavy with some of the heaviest chord progressions on that album. One of their most famous songs.

They have never made a satan worshipping song.

Learn from this song, we have only ONE life.

I still have bad dreams.

Never burn a bridge unless you never wanna cross it.

Calling someone your friend is like guessing the sex of a tranny.

The Magic will take it this year.

I'm attracted to someone who I already know is bad for my health. I need a distraction.

She works with me.

I'm not sure when I will quit writing this blog.

I'm still writing. My boy Jeff is lyrically insane.

He has a studio.

I put my self in a hole to help someone get out of one.

I still don't pray unless I'm desperate.

I'm still waiting for that day... the melt/break/countdown.

I have a lot of new pieces to my rage collection.

I've had my first pill/tattoo/fight where my weapon of choice was a golf club since my last blog entry.

I robbed rental world in Kissimmee.

I've told my mom I love her more than I used to.

When I think of my dad I just @#%$!^&.

I miss my grandma.

I used to look up to my aunt. Now I pity her. That's funny.

My past actions STILL haunt me.

The only thing stopping me from leaving everything behind is my lease.

The only thing that got me where I'm at is myself.

I've tried pointing the finger but there's no one around.