Tuesday, July 27, 2004

If I was an American citizen: I'd walk on every colour skin until they all were bruised blue.
If I was an American citizen: My ignorance would be my strength, my weakness: exposure.
If I was an American citizen: Money would be my vehicle, bodies my asphalt.
If I was an American citizen: War would be justice, genocide would be neccesary loss.
If I was an American citizen: I would be oblivious.
But I 'm not....and I never want to be.
FUCK AMERICA.

now arrest me.

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Sunday, July 18, 2004

I think I lost 2 years of my life.
 
Ok. so mom is in Boston right. I decide that going to the boston aquarium would be a nice way to spend saturday afternoon. So we get to the aquarium and there's a line that should put disneyland to shame, and its hot enough to fry an egg on my forehead. We get through the line and almost to the ticket counter when mom starts complaining that she feels kind of dizzy. So I tell her to go and stand in the shade and wait for me to get through the line. I remember watching her tilt her head back, trying to ease her dizzy spell. I must have turned away for 2 seconds when I heard a lady scream; I turn back to see my mom, the queen of my existence, on the ground. She fainted, hit her head on the ticket counter and then hit the floor. I have never been so scared of anything in my life, not even almost getting shot. So we end up spending 5 hours in the RDU of Mass General Hospital, at the end of which they tell us that it was simply dehydration (thank god). And mom is fine now, but pissed that her saturday got wasted. I'm just glad she's ok.
One more grey hair on the dome.

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Tuesday, July 13, 2004

art is a beautiful thing.
whether its stroking the brush, or grabbing the mic to sing.
a way to dry tears, and make rage subside.
a way to clear minds and find ways to unwind.
without my music kid, i'd probably dry up like a raisin.
or be in a hood somewhere, promoting hellraising.
but i'm not, so i think its the lord who needs praising.
and you aint seen shit yet, the end will be amazing.

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Monday, July 12, 2004

my mom was right.

my mom is always right.

no girl IS good enough for me. I am a fuckin catch, and these girls just dont have a fuckin clue.

"dont get caught up", she always said.

and she's absolutely right. let this lesson ring true to all surviving playas out there.

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Thursday, July 08, 2004

my mom is finally coming up to boston to visit me for the weekend. That means no smoking in the house for a week (VERY hard), no hanging out at my house (even harder), and no recording sessions (the INSANITY!). But it'll be worth it just to see the momdukes.

on another note, I met a girl.....her name is a month......that is all.

rossi is a pimp.
justin makes mistakes.
but they're both my hoes.

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Sunday, July 04, 2004

y'know, I consider myself blessed to be surrounded by such intelligent freinds. I just read stefan's post about morning and I couldn't help but feel proud. Jus is another one, who is capable of some touching shit, but you have to hurt him first, before he can be inspired. It's a great feeling; seeing your 'child'hood freinds blossom (sorry guys) into some tear jerking poetry writers, head scratching article writers, and just good all round men.
You girlies better realise what you have, cause these dudes would get swiped up on the open market, like so many express shirts on sale. (am i getting through to you?)

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