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Candy Drops

Posted: February 6, 2013 in Stories
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8 1/2 months ago I found a candy drop

It was sweet and when I gazed at it made my mouth drop

It was small and curious, never even seen the world

I almost gobbled it up but then I saw it was really a girl

So sweet she was I received nice things from her

She made me cup cakes and notes that I would read from her

We were so close but at the same time so far away

I ate the hole bag of candy but she was the one who walked away

From the bag that is so we can talk and have good times

I know I’m dumb but its alright she sometimes takes her time

Just like a candy drop she’s short, small and very sweet

The brown M&M I see her almost every week

So lucky to find you, your like the last skittle left aside

Just like when you dump them all out and and there’s still one inside

To make it worse they’re almost very hard to pull them out

Sometimes you have to do it all just so they’d slip out

There’s always the time with other bags they fall and hit the floor

They get crushed and then its over, you’re back to the store

But you get lucky, hand and eye coordination is on point

I caught you with my heart and took you in and at this point

Asked you if you would be the chocolate in my shallow shell

Now we’re together like the 2 M’s on the chocolate bag

Touche

Posted: February 6, 2013 in Stories
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Never in my life have I ever won

3rd Place don’t count so its said and done

I’m over looked and my actions will never shine

I do my best but even close friends say it wasn’t a try

To myself I’m such a failure and damn I’ll never make it

I try to explain what I’m tryna do but y’all just over think it

I got ideas and found a homie who said he’ll stick to it

Now to add more people along is whats left to it

Lets take this over to another place

I do a lot more but never rewarded is the case

I see them other folk talking loud and doing this and that

How we supposed to be on the same page when you always looking back?

Never knew it was okay to be a hypocrite, people do it all the time why not just go and add to it

Can’t talk to so and so and never go to lil buddies house

Assumptions made but never knew that would lead to a turn about

So don’t be fooled you jealous dudes know how to play the fool

Keep in mind that I’m the coldest cat, Saber tooth

Step in the booth with the blaze cus this is hot fire

A wicked mind with sick thoughts this is live wire

I’m never winning, put my gun down every day

A small victory at stake, touche

Dead

Posted: February 5, 2013 in Stories
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There is no point to this, I write and write to get no play

I put my heart in situations, that’s why I wrote Astray

I’m living in a life full of misery and pain

I never sound nice nor do I even count the strain

The strain of vigilance among the two who have restraints and hits

The love of colorless will paint pictures on black and white canvas

The tyranny that’s caused all of this war, shall pour upon its people

Drown them in the sore, deep in pores where death dwells in kilos

The superstition of regulars on the dark path

Individuals divided by numbers but have no hint of math

Take a glance, portray them as your evil leader

If I had a chance, I’d die cus rolling dice is just a feature

Will we prevail if god shows us more suns and earths?

Will we all die if we prove we we’re made of dirt?

With such mystery we wonder why we’re still living

Too bad we all die tomorrow and nothing is forgiven.

Comfy Corner

Posted: February 4, 2013 in Stories
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A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

So as I was walking down to the bad luck spot and dreading the fact that I was about to skate there, A genie popped out form behind the bushes by Subway and said “Hey! Its your lucky day! You have 3 wishes and I will grant them all today or spread out across your life” So in response I told her that I would like to use one today. She said “Well perfect! What shall your wish be?” I thought for a moment then said, “I want my own reading/book corner inside of a modern apt building in the highlands”. And with that we disappeared in a poof of smoke and ended up in the highlands in front of my new apt.

I opened the door and the first thing that was in front of me was a set of double doors that looked like they would be a closet. I slowly walked up to it and slightly opened the two doors peaking inside. I saw stairs that below the apt, so I swung the doors all the way open and briskly walked down stairs and entered to what appeared to be a library with a luxurious office desk. The walls were book shelves full of books. It looked as if I was in a library that you would see off the movies that are really big with the smart looking books on them….yeah SMART LOOKING. The carpet was a dark red and the desk was the color of red oak. On the desk was a brand new iMac and a few notebooks laying there with a quill placed on top. The chair was black and has a curve to the back of it. Behind the desk and chair was a huge LED flat screen shaped as a window. It gave a view of the front of the apt and would occasionally switch to the back.

The ceiling was decorated with quotes from famous authors. To add to all the amazing stuff found, there was a secret door that was  behind one of the book shelves. You had to pull a book and the whole door would open revealing a spacious entertainment room and stairs that led back up to the rest of the apt. When I stepped back into the big library, I saw a sign above the door I came out of saying Comfy Corner.

If that really happened I would be pissin’ EVERYWHERE in excitement.

The Flangiprop

Posted: February 1, 2013 in Reviews, Stories
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Invent a definition for the word “flangiprop,” then use the word in a post. 

Daily Prompt

flang-i-prop [Pronounced flang-ee-prop]

noun

1. 8×9 Metal box used for 3D printing

2. Device used for mass production of commonly used material

3. Description of final product produced from 3D printing

We have come a long way from the “factory”. No longer do we have to wait for new clothes to come out or to buy a new coffee cup when the handle on our old one broke. We can now CREATE our own everyday items.

To most people this thought may be amusing but to people who wish to make there very own products right at home for the cost of a loaf a bread, its amazing!

Just think, inside that inside there are razor-thin layers of powdered material (acrylic, nylon, ABS, etc) pile one on top of the other, and then, BOOM! — you’ve got a shoe, or a coffee mug, or a shirt, or even an iPhone case.

The device I would like to introduce is the Flangiprop, an 8×9 machine that will do wonders for people who want to cut their time at the convenience store and save tons of money. The Flangiprop uses digital technology and common materials like ABS plastic, which is what LEGO is made out of, or you can use PLA, which is the plastic that’s made from corn. Other materials used are cotton and linen, for if you plan to make shirts and sweaters.

To get started with making something you insert the plastic or fabric in the machine and draw up a design on the multi-touch screen. There are already pre-made designs for you to use so all you will have to do is just make a few edits and renditions to it like adding your own logo and such. The machine also allows you to upload any drawings that you have made and the machine will render them so they can be of perfect shape and form so they can be created. Once your idea is drawn out on the screen all you have to do is press the print button and in 20 minutes tops you coffee mug, T-shirt or spoon is now created.

The greatest thing about the Flangiprop is that you don’t need no huge factory, or is it a huge machine that takes up ton of space. All you need is about $3,000 and a garage to store the machine and your materials in. Its really that simple and the cheapest thing on the market.

The Flangiprop starts at $2199.00 and goes up to $2799.00 depending on what model you want. Payment plans are available.

Go to flangiprop.com for more details and updates.

Skateboardin’ Bastard

Posted: January 31, 2013 in Stories
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YOOOOO!

YOOOOOOO!

Skateboard bastard

Call me the master

Spittin hot flames a day

Grill master cookin cakes

Still on top of yo head like a Toupé

Making suckas fall back like soldiers getting bombed away

(Intermission)

“*Coff Coff*, Don’t be asking no questions, we ain’t signing no autographs! If it ain’t about ADS SQUAD THEN FUCK IT!”

Look inside my parking garage and see a collage of all these niggas tryna steal my chick but now there just a mirage

Took a couple steps and made plans for stealing some time

When I leave the crib people stare at me like I’m a lie

Pulling them triggers like its Doomsday

Shoot one, end his life then smoke a blunt, touche

And don’t forget on what I’m tryna do…… I got that marijuana too

Aye don’t try to play me for some kinda fool

I’m kinda the reminder of why Newburg ain’t kinda cool

My world, his City, Obama can’t even take his rule

House’s we invading, we hit the fridge and now we FULL!

Hope that you can get it cus niggas in it to win it

But I’m different from them fools cus skating and to them its not cool

Milly Mill, Too hot, Don’t touch fo’ you get burnt I’ll holla HA!

Illuminate

Posted: January 29, 2013 in Stories
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Forever getting pushed aside

I Never knew why

But when I get back take the mac squeezed back and laid suckas on they side

No lie, confident, maybe conceited with the thoughts of me dying inside

Getting this together, good or bad weather, still I’m keeping it fly

If you wanna do or die, end up on the ride, to the yard, grave yard you will lye

Despicable thoughts, feeling I fought, taking down Goliath and the big Hulk

So raw, no red meat just flesh to fresh air that’ll make it thaw

In my head I draw, making these words go together like puzzle pieces, theres like 100 dawg

But it really doesn’t matter, I’m keeping things tight like leather on a braud who got 5 dogs

Taking them for a walk, stuck up white folk, in the hood where they hire people to cut the lawn

I‘ve witnessed it all, never like this do I get upset about dumb shit

But I gotta give it to ya straight, taken them curves like the gays mybad but ayeee

That’s their prerogative, go ahead let them do what they do

If you live in my world, people will die even if they jackin for some food

Yessir I’m crazy, but it don’t matter call myself a fuckin genius

I‘m not sorry that I curse, what can be worse, a nigga pull triggers sending people to a plot in a hearse?!

We can take it right there, buts its unfair, I’m gonna stop now before feelings get hurt!

- Milly

Ode to Love Park

Posted: January 28, 2013 in Stories
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Every since I started skateboarding you have been the dream location I have wished to skate. My role models, Stevie Williams and Josh Kalis landed the most spectacular tricks and threw down the greatest lines that I can still envision till this day. When the city of Philadelphia officially banned skaters from skating you I was saddened and my dreams of going to Philly were crushed.

Your multiple ledges, smooth and black were mesmerizing and beautiful. LOVE hosted dozens who were content merely to skate you. Just the scene was enough for me to hop out of my seat and travel there so I can be apart of the big city and the lights that surrounded you. There really isn’t much for me to say, but in times of death people go astray, but the ones who stayed to fight for your stay still have the great memories of skating you everyday.

RIP Love Park

My Job

Posted: January 27, 2013 in Stories
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So for the past year and a half I’ve been working at this place called UPS.

Yes you all have heard of this place and know that little catch phrase “What can brown do for you?” Do you wanna know what brown has done for me? Stick a pipe up my butt and said “here’s your paycheck for the week”, which is less than $200. Now you may wonder why I’m still here, well thet’re paying for my schooling and well its money. They start you off at a fairly good amount and the raises isn’t much but it gets me by.

Lately my job is just being a pain in the arse. See last year in July I got transferred to night shift so UPS can start paying for my education, cus you know, that’s what they do. With that I got moved to the North Core, Thumb. I got a new supervisor and a bunch of new faces for me to familiarize myself with. Everything was good except for the stupid white guy who was a parole officer (Gosh I hated him!). Things all turned around when I got moved to a new truck and started making friends, my supervisor was becoming a dick and…well that was all.

The man who we call Jesse is my supervisor, he’s fairly new to the whole supervisor thing and has a bad habit of making stupid decisions. There was a point where I would argue with this man just for kicks and watch him struggle for comebacks and answers. Months of this mans madness escalated when we got a new full time supervisor named Donella, who thought that she could use here degree in Psychology or whatever it was to play with our minds and turn our good friend Quinten into our enemy. She tried that mind crap on me one day while it was peak week. I was complaining to my supervisor about how I didn’t like loading this Ohio truck because it would get slammed with tons of boxes. She overheard our conversation and questioned what I was complaining about, I told her my problem then she said “Oh well don’t worry because at the first of the year I’m going to put y’alls names in a hat and make new posi’s. That right there made me mad and had me ranting to the other employees about Donellas plans. She later found out how upset I was about her idea and began to play her mind games.

She approached me while I was busting my arse and asked me why did I do it? At first I was confused at the question she asked me but than I realized she was talking about my hair. I recently gotten a hair cut, I was rocking an afro before than. She asked again why I did it and I told her that I always do it, than she started rambling on about some meaningless bullshit then wants to question me about a drastic change in life. Since I knew that she was trying to play her mind games I played back with telling her a drastic change in life is DEATH, which it truly is. Apparently death in her head isn’t drastic which pissed me off because the death of a loved one will change someones life. I was getting ready to argue with her but a supervisor from the unload pulled her away for questions. At that very moment I was briskly walking away and headed toward the other trucks with my co-workers in them ready to rant about my interaction with the devil.

Donellas madness soon ended at the beginning of the new year, by then we got a new full time supervisor and a new manager, both of which are very relaxed and subtle.

My time at UPS has been one heck of a time. Getting switched to night shift and working with the graves men is really something else. I’m beginning to think that UPS is really hell tho. There’s so much hate and evil that is inside that place. I here ample amounts of stories about asshole supervisors, transvestites  dope heads, crack heads, parole officers, crazy people and so much more.

This is only the beginning, there is much more for me to see and experience and my blog will be the first to here the wacko stories.

Until next time.

Act. 3 First Chapter of the End, Last Chp. Of the New Beginning

Posted: April 15, 2012 in Stories
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Shocked by the arrogance of the young man, Pat took a deep breath and began typing a letter to whom he called his sweetheart at one time. Through what he thought was pain and suffering, turned into hate. His anger towards his misconception brought him to the decision of creating a letter of death threats and degrading thoughts without thinking of the outcome.

Hours later he revived a tearful call. The voice he heard made him tremble. A trickle of sweat ran down his face while he tried to keep his composure. With a crackly voice he began to explain his side of the story and tried to plead for mercy from who he only hours ago hated.

His attempt at redemption was shot down as for whom he was talking to did not care to listen. She was lost…couldn’t find the words to speak, she could not even forgive him. The awkward silence made him believe that she was done with him. As he said slowly said goodbye she stopped him and said…

“Your distrust in me is what you are seeing in yourself. What I mean by that is nothing, confusion is only left and the insanity brought to the table will only create a spin off of another resolution that has no problem.”

The jaw dropping words angered him

“You dumb cooze”

That was all that could be said by Pat who hung up and went outside for a smoke and a shot of whiskey.

(To be continued)