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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Delano:The Schizophrenic
This is from my journal.I didn't finish,but i was onto something epic:
This bitchnigga named Lucifer is really starting to get on my nerves.He's got me acting crazy.I've been very Mr.Hyde-ish lately.Actually,if anything,I've been Dr.Jeckel.That's the bad one right?It's something going on inside me almost like a battle.An epic battle.It's like the good Delano against the bad Delano.Right now,good Delano is getting his ass beat.Smart ass comments are being harder and harder to hold back.Random blowups with the people i love are ubiquitous.When my eyelids uncover eyes every morning,I try and guess how many family members,friends,and enemies i can piss off that day.Yesterday,my total reached 9.How do i piss off these people?By being me?But i'm not me.It's like Delano is having an out of body experience and he's watching D3L@n0 do things usually out of his character.But Delano isn't strong enough to stop D3L@n0.Besides,Delano kind of likes the destruction left behind D3L@n0's larger than life steps.All the broken hearts,tears,and dreams liter the ground,taking the shape of a red carpet.And Delano scampers down it.Following his new best friend.Maybe Delano is the fictional one.Maybe Delano was a front and D3L@n0 was what's real.
This bitchnigga named Lucifer is really starting to get on my nerves.He's got me acting crazy.I've been very Mr.Hyde-ish lately.Actually,if anything,I've been Dr.Jeckel.That's the bad one right?It's something going on inside me almost like a battle.An epic battle.It's like the good Delano against the bad Delano.Right now,good Delano is getting his ass beat.Smart ass comments are being harder and harder to hold back.Random blowups with the people i love are ubiquitous.When my eyelids uncover eyes every morning,I try and guess how many family members,friends,and enemies i can piss off that day.Yesterday,my total reached 9.How do i piss off these people?By being me?But i'm not me.It's like Delano is having an out of body experience and he's watching D3L@n0 do things usually out of his character.But Delano isn't strong enough to stop D3L@n0.Besides,Delano kind of likes the destruction left behind D3L@n0's larger than life steps.All the broken hearts,tears,and dreams liter the ground,taking the shape of a red carpet.And Delano scampers down it.Following his new best friend.Maybe Delano is the fictional one.Maybe Delano was a front and D3L@n0 was what's real.
Apparently I Have The Coolest School In The Universe
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1 more year of this shit,then i can rollout.They didn't even say why we're so cool.It's like that MIMS song."I'm hot because i'm fly.You ain't because you're not".Hahahaha....
Saturday, May 9, 2009
R.I.P. Harvey Milk
So i just watched "Milk".Every time i talk about this movie i should say no homo.We'll just carry that one all the way through.It's 3 A.M. and i might forget to say no homo.Sorry.But seriously,that was a good movie.It's in the top 10.Being an African-American,i hear all about being mistreated and treated differently because you yourself are different.I don't think the homosexual movement gets as much attention that it deserves.Homosexuals went through almost a mirror image of the black man's plight.We had riots and marches.They had riots and marches.We both had isolated incidents.And we both had our leaders taken away.Harvey Milk was the gay man's Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.It's funny how people are.They want to stick to tradition.If anyone comes and rocks the boat,they have to take them down.Imagine how this world would be if MLK was still here.Imagine how this world would be if Malcolm X was still here.Imagine how this world would be if Harvey Milk was still alive and well.I could throw Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur into the conversation too.Everytime someone makes waves against the current,red flag goes up.Shiiitt.They gonna have to assassinate me too,because i will be making waves.I always tell people that my mark will be left on this earth.One day,my kids will read about me in their history books.And they'll read about how i got shot down.Everyone knows martyrs don't live long.And i'm just living to die.
Christmas 2012 Will Be The Shit
I'm about to watch "Milk",but i got a little sidetracked.About once a month,I do a little research on this 2012 apocalyptic scare.I really don't believe in it,but whatever.I found an article that has totally cleared up all the gray spots.You should check it out,but here are the important points i found.
"The base year for the Mayan Long Count starts at “0.0.0.0.0″. Each zero goes from 0-19 and each represent a tally of Mayan days. So, for example, the first day in the Long Count is denoted as 0.0.0.0.1. On the 19th day we’ll have 0.0.0.0.19, on the 20th day it goes up one level and we’ll have 0.0.0.1.0. This count continues until 0.0.1.0.0 (about one year), 0.1.0.0.0 (about 20 years) and 1.0.0.0.0 (about 400 years). Therefore, if I pick an arbitrary date of 2.10.12.7.1, this represents the Mayan date of approximately 1012 years, 7 months and 1 day."
"The Mayan Prophecy is wholly based on the assumption that something bad is going to happen when the Mayan Long Count calendar runs out. Experts are divided as to when the Long Count ends, but as the Maya used the numbers of 13 and 20 at the root of their numerical systems, the last day could occur on 13.0.0.0.0. When does this happen? Well, 13.0.0.0.0 represents 5126 years and the Long Count started on 0.0.0.0.0, which corresponds to the modern date of August 11th 3114 BC. Have you seen the problem yet? The Mayan Long Count ends 5126 years later on December 21st, 2012."
"But the fact remains, the Mayan Doomsday Prophecy is purely based on a calendar which we believe hasn’t been designed to calculate dates beyond 2012. Mayan archaeo-astronomers are even in debate as to whether the Long Count is designed to be reset to 0.0.0.0.0 after 13.0.0.0.0, or whether the calendar simply continues to 20.0.0.0.0 (approximately 8000 AD) and then reset."
Homeboy's quote sealed the deal for me
Karl Kruszelnicki writes:"…when a calendar comes to the end of a cycle, it just rolls over into the next cycle. In our Western society, every year 31 December is followed, not by the End of the World, but by 1 January. So 13.0.0.0.0 in the Mayan calendar will be followed by 0.0.0.0.1 - or good-ol’ 22 December 2012, with only a few shopping days left to Christmas."
So yeah....I'm good.
To read the article yourself,click here
"The base year for the Mayan Long Count starts at “0.0.0.0.0″. Each zero goes from 0-19 and each represent a tally of Mayan days. So, for example, the first day in the Long Count is denoted as 0.0.0.0.1. On the 19th day we’ll have 0.0.0.0.19, on the 20th day it goes up one level and we’ll have 0.0.0.1.0. This count continues until 0.0.1.0.0 (about one year), 0.1.0.0.0 (about 20 years) and 1.0.0.0.0 (about 400 years). Therefore, if I pick an arbitrary date of 2.10.12.7.1, this represents the Mayan date of approximately 1012 years, 7 months and 1 day."
"The Mayan Prophecy is wholly based on the assumption that something bad is going to happen when the Mayan Long Count calendar runs out. Experts are divided as to when the Long Count ends, but as the Maya used the numbers of 13 and 20 at the root of their numerical systems, the last day could occur on 13.0.0.0.0. When does this happen? Well, 13.0.0.0.0 represents 5126 years and the Long Count started on 0.0.0.0.0, which corresponds to the modern date of August 11th 3114 BC. Have you seen the problem yet? The Mayan Long Count ends 5126 years later on December 21st, 2012."
"But the fact remains, the Mayan Doomsday Prophecy is purely based on a calendar which we believe hasn’t been designed to calculate dates beyond 2012. Mayan archaeo-astronomers are even in debate as to whether the Long Count is designed to be reset to 0.0.0.0.0 after 13.0.0.0.0, or whether the calendar simply continues to 20.0.0.0.0 (approximately 8000 AD) and then reset."
Homeboy's quote sealed the deal for me
Karl Kruszelnicki writes:"…when a calendar comes to the end of a cycle, it just rolls over into the next cycle. In our Western society, every year 31 December is followed, not by the End of the World, but by 1 January. So 13.0.0.0.0 in the Mayan calendar will be followed by 0.0.0.0.1 - or good-ol’ 22 December 2012, with only a few shopping days left to Christmas."
So yeah....I'm good.
To read the article yourself,click here
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
M.O.B.(Money Over Bitches)[Not Meant For The Ladies To Read]
As of today,I plan on calling all girls bitches.I used to never think this way.My mindset was that girls were things that God blessed me with.Now i see them as a curse.They play mind games with you.Turn friends against friends.They build you up for the tearing down of your heart.It's like a roller coaster.On the way up the wooden hill,you hearing the little clicking of the wheels rolling over the wooden planks.You know soon you'll plummet.Plummet down a steep,gut-wrenching path that will take your breath away.Even before the ride started,you knew it would leave you queasy when you got off.You knew you be sick before you hopped in the line.Before you fought off people from taking your spot.They were trying to cut in line so they could get the action before you.The second you laid eyes on the ride,you knew you would blow chunks.And you ride the ride.You look back at all the work you put in,all the trouble you went through.....just so you could be broken down.As boys,we see the mind games coming,but the power of the poon is too mighty for our foresight.And we let you manipulate us.Do yall find joy in that?Is that shit amusing to you?Please don't tell me it was accidental.That you didn't know you were leading us on.Don't tell us you dropped hints.Because that would be a mother fucking lie.You stupid bitches know exactly what you were doing.Epiphany.The only way to not get played is to be a dick.Be a complete douche bag and her pussy is all yours.The nigga that makes her laugh will always get beat out by the nigga who can make her wet with the sound of his voice.I can't ever think of one instance where an asshole got played.I used to believe that nice guys didn't finish last.The cartoons used to say that.
Joker:You'll never win Batman!Good guys never win!
Then Batman beats the shit outta him.
Young Delano:Yay Batman!Thanks for sticking up for the good guys!
But seriously.I bet Batman masturbates every night.3 times if he isn't fighting crime.Anyways....Girls want bad guys.But why?I will never know.After awhile,guys are totally through getting played,so what do they do?They conform.They act like dicks and douches just to get some play on the weekend.They pull down their pants to show Joe Boxer.When you talk,they act all nonchalant in front of an audience.Even though it goes against everything they stand for,they stand for it.And then they become the problem.As we try to rid the world of these "men" through Sesame Street and government funded television shows talking about caring and sharing,more pop up.It's a never ending cycle.Those "men" you created,bitches,end up cheating.Then they get you pregnant and all this other drama.And guess who the fuck you go and look for.The nice guy.So you bitches turn the good guy into a bad guy,just so you can discover you wanted a good guy all along?Sounds stupid huh?And then you bitches say,"I needed to make those mistakes so i can better myself yadayadayada."Whatever.I have no time for that bullshit.I think this is the reason why niggas like Wayne say M.O.B.(money over bitches).It's hard to get rid of this nice guy persona.One more fucked up situation will make it easier to leave behind though.Even though i see all this going on,i can't stop myself.I'm waiting on the one I'm currently involved with to turn into a stupid bitch.Let's just say,as of right now,i just got in the car of the roller coaster.
Joker:You'll never win Batman!Good guys never win!
Then Batman beats the shit outta him.
Young Delano:Yay Batman!Thanks for sticking up for the good guys!
But seriously.I bet Batman masturbates every night.3 times if he isn't fighting crime.Anyways....Girls want bad guys.But why?I will never know.After awhile,guys are totally through getting played,so what do they do?They conform.They act like dicks and douches just to get some play on the weekend.They pull down their pants to show Joe Boxer.When you talk,they act all nonchalant in front of an audience.Even though it goes against everything they stand for,they stand for it.And then they become the problem.As we try to rid the world of these "men" through Sesame Street and government funded television shows talking about caring and sharing,more pop up.It's a never ending cycle.Those "men" you created,bitches,end up cheating.Then they get you pregnant and all this other drama.And guess who the fuck you go and look for.The nice guy.So you bitches turn the good guy into a bad guy,just so you can discover you wanted a good guy all along?Sounds stupid huh?And then you bitches say,"I needed to make those mistakes so i can better myself yadayadayada."Whatever.I have no time for that bullshit.I think this is the reason why niggas like Wayne say M.O.B.(money over bitches).It's hard to get rid of this nice guy persona.One more fucked up situation will make it easier to leave behind though.Even though i see all this going on,i can't stop myself.I'm waiting on the one I'm currently involved with to turn into a stupid bitch.Let's just say,as of right now,i just got in the car of the roller coaster.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
The Sky Might Fall And I'm Worried As Fuck...
So this morning i had a dream.It could also be seen as a nightmare.I'll use the texts i sent some of my friends to tell you what it was about.
Basically,the rapture.But it felt so real and there were alotta things that happened.I can't really explain it,but in a lot of my dreams I have total control of what happens.The one I had not too long ago happened like it was meant to happen.Like it had a predestined course and nothing was gonna stop it from following the course.I wasn't even me in the dream.I was some other black kid.But his name was Delano,and he had the same friends and parents and shit as me.My dad (at that point I hadn't seen him in 6 yrs.) came to my house to visit.I got upset and ran away because of something he said.I walked for a good hour and then I saw some friends and started talking to them.We talked about random stuff for awhile and then the conversation led to guns.They said bullets on earth travel through wolves and if you want to reach Mars,you need an eagle.Then this girl pulls out this fucking bazooka and shoots it in the general direction of Mars.She missed and hit the moon.At first it look like the moon wasn't phased one bit,but then it just burst into flames and it was all red.The sky became really dark.Dust was everywhere and the flames started hitting the ground.Then 3 green things fell out of the sky.I'm guessing it was God,Jesus,and The Holy Spirit or something like that.And then I woke up.The second the moon got hit,I yelled "this has to be a fucking bad dream."And someone next to me said no.I swear,I was trying my hardest to wake up,but it wasn't working.I think God wanted me to see the entire dream.There were some other minor details,but that's my dream in depth.And I was bugging out.
It seems like every time a family member is about to pass away,you see them that one last time.My uncle Terry passed when i was in the ninth grade.Maybe 5 hours before he died in a trailer fire,I saw him.I hadn't seen him a few years,but i saw him that one last time.He played with my little brother for the first and last time.And i always think that i could have died just as easily that night.Me and my family almost got into a huge accident.But anyways....My dad came out of nowhere and i saw him for the last time.I just thought that was weird.The whole rapture thing caught me completely off guard.I thought it was just another dream and then BAM!But yeah.And the three things coming out of the sky.I don't why i'm so fascinated with this dream.Everything seemed like it happened how it would happen.It was like i was watching a movie.It felt real like deja vu.Scary shit.
Basically,the rapture.But it felt so real and there were alotta things that happened.I can't really explain it,but in a lot of my dreams I have total control of what happens.The one I had not too long ago happened like it was meant to happen.Like it had a predestined course and nothing was gonna stop it from following the course.I wasn't even me in the dream.I was some other black kid.But his name was Delano,and he had the same friends and parents and shit as me.My dad (at that point I hadn't seen him in 6 yrs.) came to my house to visit.I got upset and ran away because of something he said.I walked for a good hour and then I saw some friends and started talking to them.We talked about random stuff for awhile and then the conversation led to guns.They said bullets on earth travel through wolves and if you want to reach Mars,you need an eagle.Then this girl pulls out this fucking bazooka and shoots it in the general direction of Mars.She missed and hit the moon.At first it look like the moon wasn't phased one bit,but then it just burst into flames and it was all red.The sky became really dark.Dust was everywhere and the flames started hitting the ground.Then 3 green things fell out of the sky.I'm guessing it was God,Jesus,and The Holy Spirit or something like that.And then I woke up.The second the moon got hit,I yelled "this has to be a fucking bad dream."And someone next to me said no.I swear,I was trying my hardest to wake up,but it wasn't working.I think God wanted me to see the entire dream.There were some other minor details,but that's my dream in depth.And I was bugging out.
It seems like every time a family member is about to pass away,you see them that one last time.My uncle Terry passed when i was in the ninth grade.Maybe 5 hours before he died in a trailer fire,I saw him.I hadn't seen him a few years,but i saw him that one last time.He played with my little brother for the first and last time.And i always think that i could have died just as easily that night.Me and my family almost got into a huge accident.But anyways....My dad came out of nowhere and i saw him for the last time.I just thought that was weird.The whole rapture thing caught me completely off guard.I thought it was just another dream and then BAM!But yeah.And the three things coming out of the sky.I don't why i'm so fascinated with this dream.Everything seemed like it happened how it would happen.It was like i was watching a movie.It felt real like deja vu.Scary shit.
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