Simply put

I have no desire to sit around and do nothing anymore, I got my powerbook fixed so i could blog and keep up with shit more. My writing is falling off like a suicide patients on the golden gate bridge. My own pursuit of head nods and broken necks is just underway we got a long way to go and no more distractions in the form of beauties with heels made out of the hearts of other men. So she can always be walking all over them. Simply put tommorrow is a dawn of a new Crylon.

Need to blog

I am socially awkward like a mortician at carrer day. I've lost touch with this part of myself that I miss so much but years of heartbreak has left my chest battletested and callused. If we were all conjured out of the dirt to be with one another then why did god make it seem so sadomasochistic? I've been at this school for about two months or so now I go through bout of homesickness but sometimes the illustrious lights of the city seem to be bekoning me, sunlight and brids chriping have taking the place of industry and desiel engines. Its hard to not feel lonely...

So I've been...

Gone least for a minute just cause of work and thanksgiving its been a busy last couple of days sorry. Anyway, work out regiment starts tommorrow, the snow on the ground is mildly mocking me and my vain attempt to conquer the winter "stuff-your-face-and-hibernate" ritual. We'll see what happens in the next three months but you know what? I feel good. Collabs seem like thier gonna be more popin when everyone I know is back in town and will be ready to drop so rhymes, so maybe the tutrlenecked masses will get a sneak peak at the new year? Also by stroke of blind luck I'm getting a new iphone in a week! We'll see, keep you posted. In the mean-time I'm asleep.

Thought you might like these:

Jay-Z feat. Santogold - Brooklyn (Go Hard)
Common - What A World f. Chester French
Burial-Archangel (phaseone remix)

so loud

If ya'll niggas see me I got no I.D./
anynomus bars like I had no I.P./
Genius nigga like I came out of M.I.T./
If got no soul heres an I.V.
Cause Igot enough bout to bust at the seams
turn dreams into means so I can make ends
O-Line flow you niggas cant defend
Beaten down rappers like its the new trend
Old Fashion closed caption five finger ring for action
whos askin? Roll in like the A-team and start blastin/
Blow a studio into fractions when Im rappin/

Captain of the whole team so dope call the flow lean/

head so big it might cover the whole screen/

So clean they that say i got ivory bars/

Rule the world with a fist i swear its iron boss/

I ain't moss Randy macho man savage/

hip toss you candy rappers in the garbage/

excuse me as I use blunt wraps and smoke cabbage/

And all them niggas bitin me i call'em parrots/

Session cats

Apparently I'm really nice, too nice. At least to girls I am cause apparently girls want on my Johnson and Johnson baby oil. And that to the naked eye is my own doing. Man I'm just tired of talking nice about people and them not talking nice about me. Treat people how you wanna get treated? No Treat people how you want to get treat and get 40 megatons of nuclear asshole shoved down your mucus cavities. There's no need for the hate people, I will prevail though. Call me Chocolate Obama, now lacking vitamin soul! 300% of your daily dose of Hip-Hop. I need to get like a pocket note book so I can write little shit on the go, it would help. My brain is reacting like an alzhimerze patient to the death of their child. Slow, bear with me as I catch UP. I'll catch you later.

Things have been rough

My lack of time for myself has been the reason for my lack of posts. But I have been writing. I haven't talked to Grant since he got back from ISU. So that beat I was talking about will hopefully make an appearance some time sooner than later. I wish that I could get it today so that you can have blessed ears on the devils day. People I know are still making the silliest of decisions like they have no idea as to what sense is. I'm losing the battle to insanity. Also ignore the other two posts lower those where attempted iphone tragedies