I love you, little puppy.
a little puppy, really?lol
May 2011
it comes so natural, its like its not even there sometimes...or like it never even left
big plus for humanity
well on May 23rd, very small events occurred that restored some of my faith for humanity. i had court……YAY! i thought i was going to be late, that would not have been good lol. i asked a bunch of “close friends” for rides and i got nothing. till i asked someone that i barely speak to. i offered money and at his request he simply wanted to drop me off and wish me luck.(little does he know, aint nobody telling me what to do so i through 5 bucks at the bastard, said my thanks and kindly walked away)
i get out of court, i call some of my brothers and suggest that we light up…you know how that go….but when i show up to his house it starts off from one blunt to a solid 3 dime cyphe(he didnt have to do that)
i take the bus to pinehurst or (home of the haze) where i saw for the first time in my life, a jewish man passing conversation with a black man…lol i know sounds ignorant, but he was like really jewish top hat curls, Allat, and i used to work for a Rabi for this jewsh catering service, and i swear they really font like peaking to anyone but their own kind….lol you wouldn’t understand.
anyway i was pretty burnt at this point so i decide to go to sleep since the last stop is my destination anyway.(some nice lady took some time to shake my shoulder and wake me up to tell me we got there)
i finally get there…STARVING. i go to cop some pizza nd the guy gives me a second slice for freeeeeeeeeeeeeee. “have a good day”, he says.
so i go meet up with some homies. i throw 5, my mans throws me 2 grams =D
i head back to jers. where i would attend another heavy duty cyphe with some loved ones. i was on the bus and in a rush, i haven’t chilled with these people in a while. as i rushed out the bus i bumped this old woman in the arm and apologized. and while grabbing my hand she looked dead in my eye and said, “no matter what we do, right or wrong.. were ALL still beautiful”
it was a beautiful rainy day. its the really small things
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im cursed. i can do what many do not have the power to... to forget. i can forget just about anything like; plans, passwords, promises, people, love, pain, short comings, and backstabbings. it's pretty convenient sometimes. i'm a saggi, i can't sit still. i try to find happiness in a lot of places i know i wont find anything. with my constant urge for exploration and my dislike of patterns i constantly try filling in those spaces that a secure person would have filled. i try seeing people in their purest form. i do things sometimes just to see how "friends" would react, and i have sex to see if these spaces would fill. maybe im waiting for that one person where there wont be any words. we'll cross vision, and "know". maybe i just need something much iller than that.
don’t sit at my table if you don’t bring anything to it.
don’t ask me stupid questions you don’t want the answer to.
don’t reach in my pocket if you don’t plan on getting choked.
dont touch my dick just to touch it.
don’t speak to me to talk about someone else’s success or dirt.
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That is it exactly and we are all, for lack of a better word, pussies. We’re afraid to get hurt, we’re afraid to risk, and we all settle for mediocrity as long as it provides temporary happiness.
