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Oct 02, 2008 01:24

where do my dreams go? where have they fallen? sacrificed to an open flame that i started. i once was a spark. full blown and engulfing and swallowing everyone around me i have run out of control. lost focus. lack of interest.

where's my concern? this bullshit has to stop. where the fuck am i supposed to live when you're gone? where the hell am i supposed to go when you wake up and leave it all behind? stranded, alone, desolate. a man is not an island. or something like that.

there's a saying out on the court that goes something like if you're gonna take a 2 you better make it a layup. otherwise, shoot the three. where's my lane? i don't need a god damn pick n roll just get the hell outta my way. i'm making my own way. if i lower my shoulder enough and extend with my off hand i'll bury your ass under the hardwood. where would you like it????? the lingo, as it goes, doesn't mean a damn thing if you don't apply it. a guy told me this the other day- the one you play with in flag football (bryan)- "what basketball at the sanderson teaches you is that to get anywhere in life you have to bitch and complain and argue until it gets handed to you." and here i thought it was all just a waste of time. LOL
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