Good Websites to Use

Bwhahahahahahahhahaha. Man, people never cease to amaze me. Motherfuckers are just that predictable. My inside jokes on this blog are funny, to me anyways. However, I have a surefire way that people can view sites "anonymously"

www.foxyproxy.com - good shit, but it still doesnt hide anything, but feel free to use it. it wont hide much, but if you are at work, you can go to myspace with it, I think.

http://www.the-cloak.com/anonymous-surfing-home.html - this doesnt hide much either when it comes to this site. lmao. tis site needs some smileys

www.hidemyipaddress.com - this is amazing, but i think it was shut down or something. i have no need to use either of them, since i work from home.

I have another whore story in the works. Its taking forever, with all these other projects jumoing off now. My costumes are close to being finished, and production, hopefully starts soon. Hell, maybe I will dramatize the whore story.

But, use those sites, and surf anonymously, I mean sheesh. why the fuck not?

dedicated to capitalized!

Late Night Mood Music

I forgot all about this song. I am looking for the pictures from when we performed this in a talent show in HS. LMAOOOOOOO

Damn, I remember it like yesterday now. We were supposed to wear all black. Why in the hell did this one dude have a black shirt with a tiger on the back? My boy like to strangle the dude.

"How you going to pull this shit RIGHT BEFORE WE GO ON?"

"Aye yo, is the tiger's eyes rhinestones?"

The performance I dont recall, but I just remember how mad my boy Jay was at the dude. I think his name was something weird, like Shey or some shit. J was the one that got everyone to do it, and he did not want Shey to be a part of it, but there were limits to the number of times people could perform. I mean this kid couldnt even get the moves right. He was fucking up, and J looked like he was going to hit his as over the head with the mic. All those high school moments must have ben repressed, but now I am cracking the hell up.

For the Three years I was at that school, I was in damn near every Talent show, play, what have you. Now that I think of it, they werent contests. I have to get my hands on the videotapes of them, if they exist still. Although, I dont know how I would feel to see just what the hell was going on with my hair. I am sure I was rocking a gumby at one point.

Good Times
Enjoy
dedicted to m.a.t.

Bonus dedication;

Jesus Loves You, So Why Doesnt He Come Visit?

So, it is Sunday morning. Of course all of the televangelists are on spewing more untruths. More of the fear based faith, that makes the people give up the money. Ten percent at that! I am sitting here in pure amazement at the bullshit. There is a preacher on right now is trying so hard to cry, or sound like he is crying. It is disgusting. Mostly because I am pretty sure he knows the bible is bullshit.

I mean damn, the people are in the pews, and they are crying. Oh shit, he just spoke in tongues. Holy shit! He is smiling now, his eyes are so dry. I am offended! I almost felt bad for a moment. He is a sharp dresser. I am a sinner, but I believe you are the savior, Jesus! LMAO

I don’t even know why I bother to watch this trash. I don’t get how God can create everything. I mean from the littlest ant, to the biggest elephant. But, yet and still, will not take any credit for hell, the devil, or evil in general. I mean if God created EVERYTHING, and evil being a part of it. Doesn’t God have to be accountable for evil too? Maybe I just think outside of the box. Perhaps there were two Gods. You know, like Glenda the good witch, and the other one, the ugly one? Speaking of Glenda. How come if she had power and shit, she just didn’t float Dorothy’s ass to the wizard? That’s pretty messed up Glenda.

Oh, this is Jimmy Swaggart ministries. Oh my, and he is selling giant print Spanish bibles, wait. The bible is free, but you have to drop some cash for the dvd. Now that’s what I call good marketing.

I am changing the channel. Lets turn to black embarrassment television. Nevermind, they doing nothing but singing. I aint trying to start crying for some reason that I don’t know of. Must be something about an organ that touches a soul that doesn’t exist. Why are most gospel singers overweight? The good ones anyway.

Turns again. Awww junk! Its Creflo Dollar. The name Creflo never passes the spell check.

The holy ghost does not like when people back slide. I am guessing that is the reason Michael Jackson has had so many problems. His life hasn’t been the same since he did the moonwalk. Makes sense too. I mean, his hair caught on fire, he fell down a flight of steps, hurt his back, bubbles died, Webster stop hanging with him, and Corey Feldman took his place, now that’s the holy spirit getting in that ass!

Turns back to Jimmy.

Its official, if I am not saved, I am going to hell. Wait, but if I do good works, I can. But I cannot dis the holy spirit. Wait, I can get saved, and that’s the only way I can get into heaven, but if dis the holy spirit, my being saved, and my good works mean nothing. Wait, but if I say with my mouth and believe with my heart that the J man died for my sins, that could possibly trump all of the above. I am still confused. Its like trying to figure out the democratic super delegates.
People are jacked up from religion, and the belief in God and his ONLY begotten son. Which in itself is pretty messed up. Why does Jesus get that? Why was Mary a whore? Why in the world did she let God get her snatch, when she was married? Was there a biblical Maury Povitch? Could you imagine that shit? Joseph and God sitting on a couple of rocks, and out come the results, delivered by an ass. Joseph sitting up there wishing and hoping he is the dad, and God is up there hoping it aint his. Because he knows that, if word gets out, no other virgins are going to want to give up the pussy. And then the results come in; JOSEPH, YOU ARE NOT THE FATHER! Mary runs and cries, because she knows God is a deadbeat dad. Matter of fact, he impressed her with his stories of how he was smiting motherfuckers left and right. Mary liked that sort of power. Her favorite was the big flood. Joseph is distraught, and he wants to fight God, but he knows how he gets down.


That needs to be a sitcom. God, Mary, and Me: Holy Fuckery.

The whole God’s will is fascinating to me. Everything is his will. A tsunami kills thousands. It was God’s will. Men and Women, raping and killing children, its God’s will. Disease and death killing millions, its God’s will. George Bush was God’s will too, because he told us, and the idiots of the country believed him. LOL. Look where that shit got us. God also told him that going to Iraq was the right thing to do. That is just sick. See how shit is? God has never spoke to me, has never intervened, hell, I never even got a sign. I know of people that have lost their homes, their cars, their kids, all because they were waiting for God to intervene. I swear if he does exist, he is laughing his ass off. I know I would.

The church shows with preaching have gone off. Now I am sad.

The Random Dedication

Late night truth serum.
Dedication and transitioning, or transferring your love from things that have no meaning to you, to what does have meaning.
We dedicate ourselves to nouns, people, places, and things. Dreams go unfilled due to the energy put into what had no business at all getting energy that was given to you by the sun. None of us dedicate enough time to love, or to loved ones. But when it is their time to go, you wish that you loved one.
So many times I let love go, love was one sided, and my side be possessive. Dedicate myself to jealousy, bickering, benefits without mentioning, I never put in work.
Fucking jerk I am, but that’s what drew you. I tried to write a letter, but I just scribbled and drew you.
We can’t be like gang star, there’s only one guru.
A man’s ego needs some assurance. Like I’m the ego of George and you speak like Florence.
Get fired and try to clean up well.
I dedicate while we down in hell.
I don’t make promises, I rather make contracts with my truth as the bonus. Ball in the court, while I define what’s an onus.
Dedicate my hate for states in between. Distance and love in a poor man’s dream.
Dedicate honesty, need transparency. When I ask things, you know I need clarity.
Dedicate my dreams to make things worthy.
Dedicate my dick, though the shit is girthy.
Problems are repairable
Like cars with too many miles
I know it’s hard with so many Kyles
Dedicate myself to be plenty foul
When the time is right and I’m nice with explanations
Dedicate myself to myself and no self hating
Dedicate myself to masturbation at least 5 times in two hours
Maybe once in the shower
Once on the bed
And once stuck in traffic
And twice in my head
My heart done bled
And my soul been gone
But it aint too tragic
Dedicate myself to take no shit for granted
Dedicate myself to myspace and black planet
Dedicate myself to LOL’s
Dedicate my face to shave it well
This is just random
The calm before storming
The sleep without snoring
The fucks without whoring
The chucks without balling
The rise without falling
The ice without slipping
The nice without tripping
The applause without dripping
The wine without sipping
The nine without gripping
The crime without prison
The dime with no chip in
The lips with no kissing
The runs without shittin
The wife without bitching
Its life what I’m kicking
Dedicate myself to drink more water
Dedicate myself to raising my daughter
Dedicate myself to being in your history books
Dedicate myself to making you look.

Late Night Groove Therapy

Due To My Current Mood ~ I Had To Repost This

I will of course Revise this later. OCD And BiPoarism is some serious shit. Sometimes it is better to be honest, seek help, or someting. But then again, some people know how to push people away with a mere act. Cant fall for the okie doke.

I like crazy people. No, I love crazy people. I mean I lovvvveeee crazy people. I know I do, and you know why? Yup, you guessed it, because I am just as crazy.
Now, I think there are certain levels of crazy though. if I get to the level of crazy, where I shit in a frying pan, season it, put some oil in it, and try to fry it by holding a match under it, that wouldn't make me crazy. I would be crazy if I didn't realize the match was burning my fingers.
One day I was bored and decided to write down a list of relationships, good or bad. Now, not just romantic ones, but any type. At some point you go through the names, and say; "Yeah, that fool was crazy". But, you need to realize that if that person was crazy, wouldn't you be just as insane to have dealt with them? Makes sense to me.
Now, what makes someone crazy? Hmmm, good question. I always wondered if certain situations make people crazy too. I know that if I meet a "regular non crazy" chick, her ass will be crazy when I'm done with her ass. However, being that I am already crazy, I will attract only crazy chicks. I don't believe in the bible nonsense, but I do believe in energy, and the power of the mind. So if I send out crazy energy, what the hell else will I get?

I'm on my blackberry. Something smells funny. It’s not me this time I promise.

I knew I was crazy when I was a kid. I try not to blame it on molestation, or the fact that the back of my head was bust open, to the white meat, same spot but different occasions, nooooo. I should though, don't ya think? I remember how quick tempered I was. I would occasionally black out and beat the hell out of one of my friends. I had to be crazy, because they always had older bigger brothers, who in turn would fuck me up. All is fair in love and crazy I suppose.
I met a chick once from black planet, her name was beautifully7krazy. Guess what? She is just that. what's fucking with we are in court right now fighting over my child. Oh, didn't meet her on BP, wish I did, because then, it was only jump off city for me.
I may be crazy, but there are ones that are even crazier. People that use all their energy, to try not to appear crazy. When folks go way out to be nice, or to make it seem like their shit is together, they are crazy too. But it takes a special someone like me to bring it out.
Pussy and dick can make folks crazy too. Once, or I should say a few times, I was out driving around with a friend, smoking weed, drinking or whatever. He had me pull up to his baby mother's apartment building, in the back. We get out, but we don't go in. We are chilling in the damn cut. So I ask;

"Dude, don't you want to go inside?"

"Nah, we can chill and smoke right here yo"

"Nigga, we can go back in my car, its cold as fuck"

"Nah man, I'm about to catch this bitch cheating"

"By standing in the alleyway? Don't you have keys?"

"True"

See, it happens. I know I have given mr girthy left hooker to a few chicks that may have went bonkers at some point. You know they crazy when they banging on your door at 2am, talking about "I couldn't sleep". Well damnit, now I can't. The worst are the married broads. If you are getting fucked properly by me, and you even consider leaving the fool who said his "I do" in the name of love, then, you are fucking crazy.

Keep in mind that I am crazy. Years ago, when I was maybe 19/20, I dealt with, for the first time, a married woman. I know she was way older than I was, but didn't look it. She was actually drop dead fine. But, just because you are gorgeous, doesn't mean you are sane. She would want to go out in public, to places in the daytime, actual daytime. Crazy!!! We cannot be in no damn red lobster on route 22, during lunch. WTF?!!
But since I am crazy, I rolled with it. Nothing like the threat of death by a nigga sticking a king crab leg through your heart. I'm glad I left that alone. However, when you a youngin, man listen, that older pussy, its like, its like heaven wrapped in velvet filled with butter.

We are all crazy. We have all been in crazy situations. And at some point, we all will be in one or more. Be careful who you point a finger at, because for that one finger you are pointing, there are people that know who you really are, and they not only point; but laugh too.

Nurture Nature Genetics Repair

In my self imposed solitude I have nothing other to do but think. Most of the times when I do this I am listening to my mp3 player, and just lost in thought. That can be a good thing, or a bad thing. It depends on what happened that day, or the day before, and I try to use at least ten to twenty minutes to meditate. Recently I was thinking about something;

Nature versus Nurture.

Pretty much because I wanted to figure out about me. How did I become the person I am? What did I go through in life to mold me into the asshole I am? I wonder if it is genetic. I mean, is my temper a result of the genes given to me by my father? I have heard stories of his temper being legendary. Hell, I have felt a belt on my ass growing up, and that was legendary. I always used to ask myself, what the hell did I do to get shit on like this? I didn’t quite understand until I heard stories of his dad, my grandpa, who as legend goes, was superb at whooping ass. Hell, with eight kids, I wouldn’t see any other way to raise knuckleheads, growing up in the hood. Knowing that I guess I could give my pops a pass, somewhat, but not all the way. I think far more than I eat, so I am not sitting on fat people logic.

Now, let me take a scenario here. Let’s say your folks were neglectful, disrespectful, and basically did not care what it was you thought, even if you had valid points? But you grow up around this, and this is all you know? Years later, you are an adult, and you sort of exemplify the same characteristics, that you saw in your folks, within yourself. Is it difficult to change the mentality that you have? Will you chalk it up as that’s how you were raised, and you aren’t going to change, even if it does nothing but alienate the people around you, that sincerely love and care for you? If you know that about yourself, and if you didn’t appreciate it then, why would it be so hard to see the bullshit in yourself and make a conscious effort to try to do things different?

That is the nurturing of a person I guess.

These are random thoughts.

Nature

With my temper, I am pretty sure it is genetic. Both my folks have tempers. When I was a kid, I had my little black out moments. I know I used to beat up good friends when I was between seven and ten. I would then, not forget, but nix it off as if it was nothing. Or say something outlandish to someone causing them to feel a certain way. I guess it was genetic that I was too blunt at times.

Nurture

Like, if you missed out on things, or you felt in some ways neglected. You may grow up having this feeling of “Me against the world” attitude. The shit isn’t cute though. I used to feel that way, and in most ways I still do. But I try to recognize it, instead of rationalizing it. I would rather fix it, instead of letting it continue to overwhelm me, at the worst possible times. I mean, I used to be really weary of someone that wanted to care about my ass, and I probably was put off because I didn’t understand it. So what I did was give them my ass to kiss. Or I would just shy away. Like, if I was in a relationship, I felt there was no need to have to answer to my girl. Simply because, I felt as though I didn’t have too. I didn’t respect them enough to even bother. Maybe subconsciously I would rather live the rest of my days alone. Like, i would get called all the time. And when I answer, I was pretty much an ass. Like, why do you even care? And the subconscious was actually, “why do you care? No one else does, why should you?” that is such a hard thing to break I guess. But I am learning, I am rededicating, and trying to not make the same mistakes as I once did.

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