build. bend. break.

repeat.

build. bend. break.

repeat.

also: i like that in the past few years, my appreciation for types of music other than hiphop has grown, but still, when i get mad or whatever, all i want to do is listen to rap. nothing else feeds into it better. especially shit like immortal technique and mobb deep. it makes me feel, i dunno, seperate from everyone else. like no matter what ( Read more... )

plan B: shave my head, grow a huge beard, and survive off of nuts and berries in the appalachian mountain whilst i build an army of bears and sparrows to protect my forest enclave.

plan C: move to new england

i broke my right pinky toe, its all swollen and purple.

you have officially been written off. nice knowing you.

two more things:

i went to motherfucking kentucky kingdom yesturday and it ruled ass. we need a day to get errry body together and go.

riding bikes. you love it. so do i. we should

on the front porch of his parents house, looking like something straight out of "barbershop," jeff cut all my hair off as confused suburbanites drove by gawking. he told me his plans on opening up his own shop, that he's doing well in school, saving money. it feels good to know youre friends are doing alright.

and my doo doesnt look to bad either.

if the weather is good, im gonna have a cookout at my new place saturday night. we can eat pork and stair at each other. radical.

seriously, if youd like to attend, bring some stuff to eat or drink. all are welcome. and i mean that very much so.

all are welcome.

i admire clever people. i really do. im jealous even. i think i can honestly say that im clever/witty sometimes, and but most times just really flippin corny, but some people, man, its non-stop. they got jokes and jokes and jokes ( Read more... )

nobody hangs out anybody anymore. its ridiculous. people get boyfriends/girlfriends and they disapear. fucking lame.

note: this does not exclude me.