Thursday, January 27, 2011

Conversations with the homie

homie 12:21 pm
I've had the same fu$king Jay-Z line in my head all morning, but I don't know how to finish it, PLEASE HELP ME, "fresh out the frying pan into the fire, I be the, music biz #1 supplier"
what the fu$k comes after that?

Me 12:22 pm
Flyer than a piece of paper bearing my name, got the hottest chick in the game - wearing my chain. Thats right HOV!!!!

Homie 12:23 pm
ahhhhhh GRACIAS!!!!!!!

Me 12:23 pm
LOL

Homie 12:24 pm
k now what what comes after that?? "Not D.O.C."
and then what's after that?

Me 12:25 pm
hahahah
but similar to them lettters, no one can do it better

Homie 12:26 pm
I check lyrics like a food inspector, spit at you ni##as like movie directors????
right?

Me 12:26 pm
LOL!
WRONG!

Homie 12:26 pm
haha, am I close?
fu$k!

Me 12:26 pm
close

Me 12:26 pm
I check CHEDDAR like a food inspector, My homie strict told me dude finish ya breakfast
So thats what imma do take you back to the dude with the lexus fast forward the jewels and the necklace
Let me tell yall rappers what i do to protect this, Shoot at you actors like Movie directors

Homie 12:27 pm
wow, I was way off hahahaha, fu$k that song

Me12:27 pm
You need def jam rapstar

Homie 12:27 pm
it's too intellectual for me

Homie 12:28 pm
at least it's better than the 2 BRITNEY FU$KING SPEARS songs I had in my head the last 2 days!!!!!!!!
and the second one I only knew ONE LYRIC TOO!!!!!!!!

Me 12:28 pm
HAHAHAh

Homie 12:29 pm
"your on my radar, on my radar, on my radar, on my radar"
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
MAKES ME WANT TO KILL MYSELF

Me 12:29 pm
hahahahah
im dying

Homie 12:30 pm
fu$k me, now I have stupid radar song back in my head

Me 12:30 pm
sing usher daddy's home

Homie 12:31 pm
ya!!!!!!
good call
that worked
and I know you been waaaaatin for this loving all day!
thank you

Me 12:31 pm
dying

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Thank you Thank you Thank you, you're far too kind

Ok. I'm back. Back here to talk to myself again. Social commentary psycho babble like the subway prophets of NYC. I am the lone ranger. The black horse in an empty stable - Just me, these blinders that they left on from yesterdays race, and this slot they gave me to rest my mind. Have you ever been talking to someone in depth about a topic for an inordinate amount of time, and all of a sudden you have this moment of self awareness, realizing to yourself I'm quite tired of talking now. I'll keep quiet and SHUT THE H#LL UP! That's how I felt with this blog. I got tired of my own musings. I got tired of expressing the trappings of what kept me charged. I first began this electronic scribe for me and me only. It was for the simple joy of recognizing the beauty of my personal clock that sits proudly on the wall of a silent room ticking away. So it is a bit ironic that I would hush my own thoughts for a while, or castaway the jewels I found precious, entertaining, and motivating. Whats even more ironic is how the saloon door swings both ways. I've grown even more tired of talking in general. Talking over the same subject matter - Love, Life, Career, and the pursuit of these three things. So from whence he came, he shall return. Hello my old friend. Welcome these words and the way I've used you time and again. Let me lay with you, let me play with you, and let me crave you like once before. Because I've done a lot of living, and i've seen things inspiring that you'd be proud of. So c'mon baby. Lets dance again.

Wheresryry?

Here I am baby...




shout out to yonks for inspiring me. Love your concept bruh, its looking nice over there. unilicious

Can I talk my s#!t again?...