Long ago when I was young the days seemed long and my summers seemed precious. Thanks to age and defying storylines that created the most eccentric and fun filled memories of my life, I’ve become a man named Afro.
Afro is a simple guy, he smokes American Spirits, listens to the same rotation of music for long periods of time before he switches songs, and he is always after something.
These “somethings” can be but of many things. A computer, skateboards, an atlantis BIC, heine bros coffee, a woman, money, a college degree, and the list goes on.
With so much on the table, Afro feels overwhelmed and turns to vibrations of sound to express his feelings towards everyday life and how he is treated.
Sometimes Afro chains smokes cigarettes will drinking starbucks coffee that was brewed at home inside of a small little garage. This garage is what Afro has dubbed “Studio 24,” and creates a lot of his music inside of those four corners.
When Afro is alone he gets really sad, so sad that he smokes more weed and chains smokes more cigarettes to ease his mind as he tries to write through his blurry eyes. Even when Afro does this to himself he still doesn’t shed a single tear. He tries to but most of the time it doesn’t happen.
Frustrated Afro reaches for a bottle that only holds 24oz’s.
He then cries every tear he was holding in until he falls asleep.
~ keep it all smiles
My sunny days get perpetrated by black thoughts shading the horizon.
I often dream of different realities but none compare to the one that I’m living in at this very moment. It brings chills to my spine to even think such a way but who else really cares? I mean even though we travel the same frequency we’re all on different bands.
Without any of my misjudgment coming into play, it seems that what I see dwindling afar always seeps in the little crack it balances on. A rare but mystifying moment turns to sadness and grief. What does that even have to do with anything you might ask?
Well its simple.
~ keep it all smiles
Time Will Tell
To start, this may be the very first and last post on the profile. That does depend on whether I like this blogging platform or not. If you happen to see more post that wow, I must really have done something. But anyways I’m here to just ramble my mind off. Ya’ know, get some stuff of my chest. To be honest, there really isn’t much on my mind. I just like to sit down and just start typing about nonsese in hopes to captivate people that are reading. Eventually I get tired of trying to grab ahold of poeples minds and run away onto an imaginary island full of rattle snakes a ghost and try to fight them with a plastic spork. Some battle huh? I would say so. I mean think about it, Me vs Snakes & Ghost. That shit is crazy! I could see it right now, getting the stuff chocked out of me by a ghost and then getting bit by a damn rattle snake. Ain’t that some shit. lol.
I’m trying to find the light but all the shades is down and sh**
My thoughts are on fire but my mind is just a ship.
Floating out in sea and drifts away when wind hits
Countless lives lost for god forsaken crippling bits
I’m confused on situations that require money and trust
But lust for even more that has my head pounding and all that stuff
Crying to my self just so I can see it wash it away
Its stays like a storm pouring down tons of rain
I wish I can be better but there’s nothing left to give
If I slit my wrist then friends will pop bottles, pour and piss
Tough enough for small endeavors, weak just to fall astray
Can’t hold on tight cus the tears of pain have soaked my hands with shame
My dark thoughts shadow down the beams of warm light, I’ve never seen God but I hope that God is nice
I’ll never say him or her or prefer God as an it, beliefs in mythical practice have made people jump ship
The large waves of death come and take over all, as humans fall we seek answers to life and all
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)
I got tired of the last 10 blogs I made so I decided to make a new one with a better name and something that didn’t sound stupid. Exploding Rock just sounded better and then BAM! It came into being after just a few clicks and some words I had to type in. Maybe some photo you clicked on directed you here, I don’t know and I really don’t care. JUST READ MY STUFF! No but really this is the first of many post that you will see my blog viewers. You will soon be typing in exploding rock dot wordpress dot com to see what kind of whacked out stuff I have to say and trust me, there will be a lot of crap on here probably worth reading. Like everyone on this earth my life is different and you will get something to read like no other when you come here. But let me stop here because now that I think of it, nobody really ever reads the first blog post, well at least I don’t so I’m gonna leave you guy’s hanging and will see you later today when I got something to write about.