So, I decided to start daylogging again, keep the fluid flowing, but in a more constructive way. I say about 500 a day and shit I might find my way. Pray to Mr. G for me, and ask him to help me keep my sanity. So hopefully I can turn out to be the man I was meant to be, and complete my destiny; save the world and help humanity...
Boom that’s 70 right there, or nine to ten bars in rap lingo. You know, a long time ago I wanted to be the next white rapper. I still have that hair up my ass, as you might be able to tell from that first paragraph. I still got its. Whatever ‘its’ is? And, this makes 127, but now it is 128, but wait I just added more, please someone go to the store and buy me a calculator.
I am now just a little bit more than only a quarter of the way there. And, fuck I am stuck, trying to be too clever. I need to just let go and be me, be free, in my body. Then why do I feel I need to still talk in rhyme. Line after line, it is making me anxious, I really don’t know if I can take this. If I continue, I might just break this place in half, and show you really who is daft.
There I just cut this shit it half, you take yours and I’ll take yours, just a little later. Then I’ll marry the two together, and they will live happy with each other; and I will be both the Father and the Mother. A cut above the other, ”Wait stop.”
“Okay, I'll hold on a minute, whatcha got?”
This Bad boy rapper guy persona gotsa to go, Like fast food drive thru. You know what you need to be do for me is cut it back a little. Take a chill pill, or vaporize some herbal; but you don’t always have to be so verbal.
And with this, I am at the last 150. And I want to dedicate it to respect and sincerity, and what it means to me. Come on baby find out what it means to me. Um,um, um, ahh. Yeah, baby, uh huh, baby. Find out what it means to me.
“Fuck writer’s cramp.”
Come on now, and work it. Come on now, and work it out. Just work it out.
Show me what you got, show me what you really, really got.
“I am fighting the urges to find something better to do.”
Just fucking do it, man! It’s the last 60 yards. PUSH.
If you do this, that’s 500 straight from the mainframe, with no breaks; and I think that is an impressive feat for stoner if I do say so myself. With those skills, you might earn yourself a nice chunk of wealth, be considered a giant elf; even with having these crappy cards being dealt.
July 6, 2010 | April 5, 2011