Dead man walkin’ Blind man riot Deaf man rappin’ if his mind get quiet
I intended to overrun Q2 like a beast, reconnecting with the hobbies, clubs, and people that I put on hold at the start of Q1. A few things got in the way, but as of yesterday those things have disappeared. No more restrictions, no more limitations, and no more obligations - I’m good to go.
Play to win, and if you can’t win then remake the game. Sue me for the lies but peruse me with your eyes kiddies, I’m moving up the ladder.
Felt like I came here to give my all Felt like I had to play the fly on the wall Felt like niggas was stuntin on me Funny I’m flyer than them all
I’ma tell you like George Bush told me Fuck ya’ll niggas I’m outta here
Been playing this song on repeat for awhile. Iono, verse 2 and the chorus resonate with me.
Things are looking better. Nothing’s really changed, but I think I’ve found a way outta this mess. I haven’t worked out all the details, but I know I’m headed in the right direction, and that’s enough for me. Gimme a couple weeks - I’ma make it. Watch me =].
I have a friend who salvaged me from oblivion, introduced me to New Haven, and still saves my cracked out ass to this day. Now, that person is in trouble, and I will do everything in my power to help him. However, I fear I cannot assist my friend as well as he supported me. My previous solutions have focused only on the imminent problems, ignoring the fundamental perceptions, convictions, and emotions that lay beneath them. While I understand this now, my new solutions seem like too little too late compared to what I should have offered 3 weeks ago. In a sense, my confidant gave me obsidian, and despite my good intentions I’ve sent him wood chips. Embarrassment, shame, shallowness, uselessness - yeah, something like that.
I know how I can help now. I know what I must do. Just please, for once, don’t let me be too late…
They stood together Related not by race, religion, or rhetoric Only by the fact they could still stand Together With squeaking bones and blistered feet They overcame land and sea Allies and enemies And achieved what most would deem impossible What most would dream impossible Improbable, illogical Lay imbued through every follicle Of their being Born to grey horizons They charged into an impending dusk Praying for the break of day
I love my family and all, but I’ve never been happier to go back to school. Oddly, I actually missed Davis’s cows, bike cops, erratic weather, and other idiosyncrasies that agitated me so much during Q1. Even now, the weather’s still bipolar, the bike cops still camp near the most inconvenient stop signs, and the cowstank drifts into the dorms every now and then, but in the end it all smells like home. ただいま〜！
My Aunt & Uncle’s new Bashiba Inu, Penny. She’s crazy cute; my sister won’t stop asking for a dog now…
This beez was spinning down from my ceiling like 30 min ago. The picture makes her look smaller, but with her legs outstretched she’s about the size of a standard post-it note. Ironically, she bailed the moment the flash from the camera went off, and she’s still running around somewhere… on my roommate’s side room =].
Life is unpredictable - that’s why it’s called “life.” GG.