But if you Xerox my style, then that's infringin on my copy, right?
Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts
And I'm speedin through life wit my car in park
And even in the day sometimes it's dark
and that cloud hoverin low is not the worst part
Second guessin yourself, tryna remain sharp
See niggaz blowin up who ain't got yo SPARK, uh
and that alone is a burden to carry
Either you'll get strong or you'll get buried
Little Brother - "We Got now"
Bitches,
The temperature has reached FUCKIN HOT degrees celsius. Like, DAMN, it's hot as fuck right now. I don't know why I feel compelled to wear jeans when I KNOW I'm going to be walkin' certain distances, but fuck, I just never think of the consequences. I'm just glad I wasn't going commando.
I very seldom get headaches, I don't know why, self-preservation, or maybe because I bottle everything up until I either lash out or paint. Since I haven't been able to paint, and it really wouldn't do me any good to hit a Haitian (altho it IS a possibility), I think my head is deciding to rebel and shoot bolts of pain behind my eyes. Son of a bitch. Luckily, I still have aspirin I brought from back home in my medicine... cabinet? SO I think I'll down a few of those suckers with a bottle of beer, and celebrate Kurt Vonnegut's life. I enjoyed Slaughterhouse Five, so I figure why not. A lil' self-destruction never hurt anyone.
In other news:
Ha ha ha ha.
I think if the opportunity presents itself, I'll hit the beach with my younger cousin Nicolas. It's been a while since I've hung out with a kid, and truth be told, it recharges the hell out of my batteries, being able to make fun of ridiculous shit, and finding importance in absurdity. So hopefully we'll be able to chill... watch a lil' Jackass and take it easy. Shouldn't be too hard to keep us happy.
I'm an opportunist wit ambition,
Aa!
And I'm speedin through life wit my car in park
And even in the day sometimes it's dark
and that cloud hoverin low is not the worst part
Second guessin yourself, tryna remain sharp
See niggaz blowin up who ain't got yo SPARK, uh
and that alone is a burden to carry
Either you'll get strong or you'll get buried
Little Brother - "We Got now"
Bitches,
The temperature has reached FUCKIN HOT degrees celsius. Like, DAMN, it's hot as fuck right now. I don't know why I feel compelled to wear jeans when I KNOW I'm going to be walkin' certain distances, but fuck, I just never think of the consequences. I'm just glad I wasn't going commando.
I very seldom get headaches, I don't know why, self-preservation, or maybe because I bottle everything up until I either lash out or paint. Since I haven't been able to paint, and it really wouldn't do me any good to hit a Haitian (altho it IS a possibility), I think my head is deciding to rebel and shoot bolts of pain behind my eyes. Son of a bitch. Luckily, I still have aspirin I brought from back home in my medicine... cabinet? SO I think I'll down a few of those suckers with a bottle of beer, and celebrate Kurt Vonnegut's life. I enjoyed Slaughterhouse Five, so I figure why not. A lil' self-destruction never hurt anyone.
In other news:
Ha ha ha ha.
I think if the opportunity presents itself, I'll hit the beach with my younger cousin Nicolas. It's been a while since I've hung out with a kid, and truth be told, it recharges the hell out of my batteries, being able to make fun of ridiculous shit, and finding importance in absurdity. So hopefully we'll be able to chill... watch a lil' Jackass and take it easy. Shouldn't be too hard to keep us happy.
I'm an opportunist wit ambition,
Aa!