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I began this entry the way I typically try to start most of them. A plethora of remote and abstract ideas, eventually coming into focus; revealing a problem, conundrum, or crisis I was facing. These entries tended to sway towards some self-invented poetic styling that probably didn't make a whole lot of sense and masqueraded as creative and developed writing. I hit Crtl+A and hit delete. Fuck the bullshit. Yo Mario, you're responsible for this shit. I read your interesting and obscenely dead-on tirade on the grandeur of yesteryear and the disappointments of scrubs today. It cleared up a lot of things and has me gliding on a much simpler path of thinking. Details tend to lead to messy misunderstandings. Or understandings in some cases. As such, I'll make it brief. Lately I've been apologizing for a ton of shit that isn't entirely my fault, if at all. This shit is all two sided. You probably have no idea what the fuck I'm talking about. No love lost. Dismissiveness loses that sting after a bit. I definitely care more than you do. Silence never solved anything. These last few sentences can apply to several things that happened this summer. Anyway, lately I've developed a bit of a jealous streak. In my book, that's bullshit. Like a lady getting an abortion: I ain't havin' it. I've come to terms that some people tend to associate with, enjoy the company of, become enamored by. and casually dismiss close peers of theirs in favor of, other people, even if all conventional wisdom points to them totally sucking. It's cool. Man, this isn't as bad as I sounds. Still bumping that boom bap, still on that paper chase, still crusing through the academic gauntlet. Holla.

Note: This whole thing is bullshit.