My hoodie Is starting to smell funny...

May 14

the princess

I see my princess who comes to me only in my dreams. She leads me in the battle against the evil darkness, and teaches me how to deal with those pesky sharp toothed rabbits. I only see her footsteps in reality-signs i am headed in the right direction. Somehow, its actually me who protects her and once she took me to her room, in a dream with in a dream. It sits atop a castle, in an attic with caged windows and lots of trap doors the evil lord, who has overtaken the castle does not know about. Thats how we got away but we had to part. I have not seen her since. My weapon is a stake, a sharp metal stake with an awkward handle. I attained it from the squatter, who was waiting for me at the end of the shoot my trap door revealed. He had a shed full of makeshift weapons and told me to choose wisely. He also made clear I understand that all skeletons are fake(whatever that means). He brought me to a camping ground made for people of my descent. It was full of stolen candles and tame bears- signs the princess had been there. A group of strangers approached me, they looked like friends and enemies. They took me aboard a hanging roller-coaster that carried us through a cannon over a turbulent river. We where ejected from our harnesses right before the track made a ninety degree turn into an infinite ascension. We dropped into white water rapids certain to push and crush our bodies into the walls of the cannon, but after we submerged underwater there was no resurfacing and we entered another dimension. Everyone i was with, and even myself, had taken different form. What ever had just happened, it happened, and became apparent, it was a birth. Now there was no more distinction, friend or enemy-wise, between myself and what counting reviled to be five others. In this birth we had become brothers, fused into an ultimate alliance, only perishable to death. Funny, my instinct was not to fight as the five once strangers pined me to the unfamiliar earth and painfully embedded a shard, in the shape of a crest, into my right shoulder, signifying me their leader, on my princess lead quest. I rose to my feet, while my five brothers remained on their knees, bowing before me, blessing and instilling in me their faith. A wind like force flowed across us and cast a magic metal upon our weapons. A bright flash of a blinding fluorescent light spun us into vertigo and dissolved us back into dimension home. All of my brothers and I now back in original form, clasped separate cuffs to form a star, signaling our pact to end all evil forces, letting them know, our journey begins. bump bada bump bump baaaaaa ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch


Feb 25
Akil The MC: not that i have many shows to compare, but best hip hop show I’ve seen.

Akil The MC: not that i have many shows to compare, but best hip hop show I’ve seen.


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Sped Law- Mos Def


Feb 24
As and “adult” ADHD is mostly something like this(minus the lunch box): Anxiety: Type one-learned from being bit in the face so many times by the things your attention should have payed-and type two- caused from chasing around that thing you most feel like doing, or aught to do with each moment of each day, which always fucking changes shortly after catching up to it.

As and “adult” ADHD is mostly something like this(minus the lunch box): Anxiety: Type one-learned from being bit in the face so many times by the things your attention should have payed-and type two- caused from chasing around that thing you most feel like doing, or aught to do with each moment of each day, which always fucking changes shortly after catching up to it.


ADHD was a lot more fun as a child: naive and not so easily depressed.

ADHD was a lot more fun as a child: naive and not so easily depressed.



Feb 23
I prefer my tobacco hand-rolled. Its nice have control over the amount that goes into the paper, and you can add other ingredients(herbs of sorts) if you so pleas too…  Fucking cigs.  

I prefer my tobacco hand-rolled. Its nice have control over the amount that goes into the paper, and you can add other ingredients(herbs of sorts) if you so pleas too…  Fucking cigs.  


“they keep stickin’ needles in my butt :(“

“they keep stickin’ needles in my butt :(“


I got the last box at the supermarket last week

I got the last box at the supermarket last week


Feb 22
I recently quit drinking and in tern lost all interest for “going out”; so the highlight of my friday night this weekend, was in fact, watching highlights of Lebron James put up 55 angainst the Bucks on sportscenter. The airing of cav’s coach, Mike Brow, taking questions from the press after the game was Especially enjoyable because, as no coach is ever comfortable watching a player huck shots up at will as far away from the hoop as they pleas, Brown explained how he had to coach himself and not “over coach” Lebron by stating ”I just need to sit down, be quiet, and enjoy the show like everybody else”  
letting James play game the way he did, allowed him to score 16 points in the first three minutes of the second half, eliminating the bucks comfortable half time  lead. After James took complete control of the game his team mates on the court merely became decoys or-after receiving beautifully crisp dishes no body can dish quite like Lebron himself- assist makers; and the ones on the bench: Towel waiving, chest bumping fans. Coach Brown just bit his lip and watched Lebron treat each play as if it were his last chance to win the game, and most certainly must have cringed during each launching of nine shots Lebron fired well beyond the three point arch (five of those actually further). But after the game, with only two of those nine unable to find their way into the basket; Brown had proved wise to not confront the king.

I recently quit drinking and in tern lost all interest for “going out”; so the highlight of my friday night this weekend, was in fact, watching highlights of Lebron James put up 55 angainst the Bucks on sportscenter. The airing of cav’s coach, Mike Brow, taking questions from the press after the game was Especially enjoyable because, as no coach is ever comfortable watching a player huck shots up at will as far away from the hoop as they pleas, Brown explained how he had to coach himself and not “over coach” Lebron by stating ”I just need to sit down, be quiet, and enjoy the show like everybody else”  

letting James play game the way he did, allowed him to score 16 points in the first three minutes of the second half, eliminating the bucks comfortable half time  lead. After James took complete control of the game his team mates on the court merely became decoys or-after receiving beautifully crisp dishes no body can dish quite like Lebron himself- assist makers; and the ones on the bench: Towel waiving, chest bumping fans. Coach Brown just bit his lip and watched Lebron treat each play as if it were his last chance to win the game, and most certainly must have cringed during each launching of nine shots Lebron fired well beyond the three point arch (five of those actually further). But after the game, with only two of those nine unable to find their way into the basket; Brown had proved wise to not confront the king.


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