Have you ever rolled a joint and then tried to smoke it only to find out that it won’t light? Then you have to go through the painstaking process of unraveling your joint, grabbing your pipe, then packing a bowl. It screws everything up because now all of your plans that you have gone through and made are now being pushed back 5 minutes or so because you got to redo you weed mistake.
What makes it worse its that you’ll get sad, open your refrigerator in search of yogurt but there isn’t any so you settle for strawberry sherbert. You’re only satisfied for 20 minutes because you realize that people who spell the word in front of the word that in this sentence with a letter “S” are foreigners. It makes sense right? I know that I’m not the only one who thinks this.
To top it all off with the icing on the cake, you began to think about all the other junk food thats in the fridge but you’re afraid to eat them because a sick stomach in the morning is something you do not want to deal with. Its kind of like a hangover but your not sick because of the Remy. OH and besides this nigga Fetty Wap, who in the HELL ELSE drinks fucking Remy Martin? NOBODY that I know of. Now you can easily joke and say that my friends are broke but we all got jobs and pay bills, so take your “broke” jokes across the river with the rest of those damn hoosiers.
I could go on all day but doing that would just get those weirdos jerking off to the impractical thoughts that pierce an ovulating mind. Just think of all those wonderful thoughtful juices seeping from the clustered lines and squiggles that scatter across the human brain. Its a bit gut turning but to say the least, the beef was cold.
Oh before I go, can we all just come together the summer of 2016 and make a video that says “Fuck Donald Trump?” Like I can’t be the only one who wants to take a shit on this noggin and piss in his nostrils. Like for real, fuck that rich bastard who appeals to the ignorant poor people. Those same ignorant poor people who don’t have money to pay for health insurance but want Obama Care abolished. Its bullshit but lets not think about it as we walk through life accustomed to un-equal trade and value.
How ever this shit goes, I know to not enter the realm of mistakable primitives and unjust conspiracies.
ps. Fuck Samsung, they are forever copying Apple. I just see the new design leak for that damn Galaxy S7, its ugly. I read rumors that the iPhone 7 will not include a home button and incorporate the 3D touch as a button but on the screen. Just watch though, Samsung will see what revolutionary creation Apple has implemented and then will copy it. Its fucking pitiful
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I’m a night owl.
I love to stay up late sitting in my garage surfing the web or recording music. I’m not sure what it is but the dark skies bring a calming relief to me. Even if the moon is tucked away in the clouds and air planes get mistaken as UFO’s, I sincerely love the night time. I think somewhere online I half ass read an article about how people who stay up late are intelligent. I wouldn’t go that far but it is nice to know.
I always find myself roaming around at night. No matter what I do. I can be skateboarding and nightfall comes out of nowhere. Most of the music I make is damn near past midnight and after I smoked a few joints. The one thing I love about night time is the absence of people. I can openly admit that I am socially awkward and shy. People don’t think I am but I honestly believe that I am. Ask my two ex girlfriends and they might tell you that when we first met and started talking I was awkward.
The night relieves me of those social interactions and keeps me sane. Don’t get me wrong though, I love being around people. Whenever I’m hanging out with my homies I always hate when we have to depart and head back home. Sometimes I’ll go home and stay up even longer hoping that maybe someone will be up or I’ll get a phone call. It usually never happens. I always end up going to bed depressed for some strange reason and wake up the next day lost in the world.
When I wake up int he evenings I usually dread it. Theres two reason.
Reason Number 1: The sun is up and I don’t have much time before the sun goes down.
Reason Number 2: Chris calls me up and calls me a nigga for never answering the phone knowing damn well I was asleep and texted him back. haha!
I love my friends, family, and the people in the world. But when it comes to night time I feel like my life fully comes together.
Thank You Night Time.
In the morning it is and the sky is still littered with stars and everyones favorite, the moon. Thats besides the point, going back to what I originally wanted to start with was, can we ever make a change?
You see, people want change in this world but do not understand how it works. This is why when we look around change seems to be obsolete because its never pushed. Now if you want change theres one thing that you should know. In order for change to take affect you have to change yourself.
See people don’t understand that in get caught up with marching and stampeding the streets for some change. We have to change our inner-selves so we as a whole can make change. So as I sit here in the wee hours of the morning I leave you with this, for patrons who make no mistakes, never learn where problems come from.
You can’t take the Golden Age of Hip Hop and try to define todays modern rap with it. Those standards no longer apply. With todays artist people are quick to say who’s hip-hop and who isn’t by using those characteristics found in the Golden Age of rap. Just because Kendrick is using the elements that created hip-hop doesn’t mean TPAB sucked. Just because J.Cole gets on a record and damn near makes you cry doesn’t mean he’s soft. Just because Young Thug gets on a record and says some shit that isn’t understandable doesn’t mean there isn’t meaning. You have your hip-hop purist and your radio listeners with strong opinions. Hip-Hop is a creative art so wherever an artist goes with his music is where he is going. Theres no rules in what you can or cannot say; Sound like you want to sound.
If anyone knows happiness it may be me.
I feel like nobody knows what it means to be happy.
I look around and see everyone hustling to get a dollar bill.
But is this what life is really supposed to be about?
Why are we born and raised in a world that requires us to work every day to receive a fictional amount of money?
What if we all were just happy?
Tell us about the experience of being outside, looking in — however you’d like to interpret that.
The inner circle to most people sounds like a secret organization that is with-holding information on world domination. To me, its just a group of people who have gained a certain popular status among peers in a social setting creating the illusion of the “cool” kids.
Being that person that is outside of it all makes most feel left out. I never felt like that way, I was that guy who wanted to sneak in and destroy the reputation and image created by the inner circle groups and taunt people with my conspicuous actions. As bad as that sounds I never got around to it, I made my owner inner circle of odd people and went on about my day.
I’m always the guy that is outside looking in. I mean what the fuck do I need to go inside for when this gives me the opportunity to criticize, stereotype or just let me create my own explanation of why these people choose to stay inside of a circle of oppression.
I understand that I am getting a little too deep but I want people to really think so they can have a different mind set on life. I did the thinking at some point and I am extraordinarily happy that I did. We shouldn’t have to be standing outside looking in. We need to be looking around.
Why must the world be split and contained in small little sectors full of morons with the power to control people? Why must happiness and fulfillment be on the other side of a locked door? Why do we get treated like donkeys with a fucking key in front of our faces as we walk through life aimlessly trying to grab it?
Do you see what SOCIETY HAS DONE!
It really takes a lot to change a person. Whether its a death of a close relative or noticing how fortunate they are to be in the healthy state and condition with shelter and food. I sometimes ask myself why does it take so much to really move a human being? Is it because of our influence from American culture or just how we came into the world.
For someone like me who has pretty much been a loafer his whole life through school, I see that I need to make a very big change within myself and it is going to take tons of effort and strength to do so. Do we as humans really need a serious impact on our lives to change it? It seems so.
But what if we were to some how skip that step and succeed to the top without the suffering?
Would life be what it is now?
These are just thoughts that I had run through my head as I read a post on facebook from a friend. Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments below.
What does “happiness” look like to you?
Happiness to me takes many shapes and forms. It comes to me through my skateboard, my art, my poems, raps and my personality. Happiness can take any form and look any way you want it. Its different for everyone. That’s what makes happiness so amazing.
The goal for every human being is to find happiness. Happiness is found in the most oddest places as well. For example, that drunk homeless man you see probably finds happiness inside of a bottle. That rich billionaire probably finds happiness within all of the money he has. One thing that people have to realize is that happiness comes and goes. We seek it but can only hold on to it for so long. Once its gone than we are in search for more of it because we miss the happiness we once held in the palm of our hands.
From a philosophical stand point, I see TRUE Happiness as attaining absolute knowledge. For as long we are here on this earth we will never be able to attain absolute knowledge. We will have to pass on and let our soul be free from this hurtful world to reach that goal.
Over all, happiness to me has no form. I may have said that it takes many shapes or forms but the true reality of what happiness looks like comes from within and from around.
I like to start my afternoons with a nice large cup of coffee and left over food from 2 nights ago. This process was created several months ago and it must continue. I work night shift at UPS so there is a need for me to fill system up with large amounts of caffeine to wake my self up. I’m addicted to coffee, its my second love in life. My first love is skateboarding, nothing ever goes above that. Unless I get married or something, than my wife has to share 1st place with my skateboard. (Laugh Out Loud) !
While I drink coffee I go on these mini trips. Its like the creativity juice in my brain starts churning and my mind goes wild. I usually like to sit down in coffee shops and do this but mostly it happens in my room in front of my computer or on my front porch. I think of all sorts of things such as new skateboard tricks, comic book ideas, more skateboard tricks, computer coding, post for my tech website and much more. The problem with this is trying to get the ideas out of my head and putting them on paper. Being a null creative person is difficult. I have to be the weirdest person to ever live. I sometimes wonder who I was in a past life hoping that I can piece together something. It never really works, I just come to another brick wall. When that happens I grab my skateboard and hit the streets.
My mind has opened up more to new things such as the world, deep space and meditation. I really want to explore these fields and get deep in it. I took a philosophy class this past semester and it completely blew my mind away. There are so many theories and knowledge and methods. I practically turned into a philosopher and started preaching these new ideas and thoughts to my friends and anyone else who seems interested. I’ve been dubbed Negrodamus among my friends. Others just call me smart. I’ll take whatever.
I see this self empowerment as a way for me to enlighten and gain more knowledge about this world and the people in it. I’ve been studying people more and have been paying attention to peoples motives and there “selfish” actions. Its all really a wonder to me.
With what I am calling my “New Found Knowledge” I plan to sit down in this sandbox of a world and begin to tear down and pull apart what society has created and create something new for our generations to live. The median that has been built defines to many stereotypes and political groups. I really just want to bring peace, but that goal is almost impossible to me and the rest of the world due to inner hatred we possess.
If we could rise above and out of the circle of hate and preach peace instead of war than we could live in a world that has less violence and more happiness. Whether or not that evil was created to make this world turn, we could at least have more positivity spread around than what we have now.
Life is simply just a sandbox.