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Originality, Living Duality
09 July 2006 @ 11:21 am
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Adam, Jake, Cary and my self were on our way to our buddy Ben's house in Ann Arbor. We were getting ready to turn into his drive way when i was re-ended by a drunk girl going 55-60. The trunk was smashed in, Cary and Adam who were in the back seat were okay, Car was totaled.

I went to University of Michigan Hospital and was there for 4 hours.

The sad thing is I was yelled at by her, she was trying to make it into my fault. WHEN SHE HIT A FUCKING STOPPED CAR. She refused the PBT. I then was forced into riding in the ambulance with her, In which she did nothing but complain about how "She cant wait till i have to blow" Which i was sober, and would NEVER drink and drive.

To all my friends, I basically layed and thought about how my life could have ended tonight. I got home and broke down into tears just thinking I could have never seen you again. How life could have been over in that very instant. How lucky I am to still be alive.

Adam, Jake, Cary..

I love you guys more than you'll ever know. I'm sorry that we had to experiance that bullshit tonight. None of us deserved anything of that nature.

That sad thing is, someone wished a bad night apon me.

and it happend.
 
 
Originality, Living Duality
29 May 2006 @ 08:58 pm
For those kids who went away to school and talked a big game about I can't wait to hang out with you this summer. Answer your phone calls, stop being homo's or fuck off.

I'm sick of peoples petty games.
 
 
Originality, Living Duality
29 May 2006 @ 08:55 pm
If i ever hear that shit again, its over.

Kiss your ass good bye because i'll fucking end your life.

ILL FUCKING KILL YOU.
 
 
Originality, Living Duality
29 March 2006 @ 05:52 am

FUCK.



I'm being screwed at work. This is awesome.

More than likely going to get fired. I have good luck like that.
 
 
Originality, Living Duality
16 February 2006 @ 03:00 am

Do it pussies




Post anonymously, say anything. How much you hate me, how much you love me, how much you can't stand me, how much more you want to spend time/talk with me. How ugly I am. whatever. Be honest. Post this in your livejournal to find out what people think about you
 
 
Originality, Living Duality
06 February 2006 @ 11:14 pm
a chainsaw in the forest
the pain saw was enormous
each tree lowers the torment
my 1000 pages still lay dormant
papers the worlds greatest absorbent
each page changes the way i explore it
my brains stained everyday it stays morbid
constantly seeing a brick wall when i floor it
at my funeral, Lucifer's singing the chorus
the view from the cage strays everyday
the screws and the chains portrays pain & decay
it frayed the brains display of the maze
arraigned, the police blame the way he was raised
cliche, but they told him he needed to change his ways
what did he say?
as Lucifer whispers in his ear
"Isn't it cristal clear, isn't anyone listening here?
I'm not one to persevere, doesn't it appear i just want to disappear?
I smile knowing the hearse is near, its just hurt & fear
whats worse than here? nothing, that's why i curse this year
its severe how i want to sever my neck and never forget
everything that i witnessed and yet forever forget
this life i lived, the diapers and crib
the way i wore my bib from strife in my life as a kid
to the knife in my right as i live"
He stopped talking and strikes his fist, his whole life is shit
witnesses say hes got a right to be pissed
taken away, the bailiff tightens the cuffs to the wrist
as they walk away he stops right where he is
goes right for his hip
grabs the gun to take his life and he did
frightened as shit
the room is silent and stiff
violent as if a crime was commit
that's it
 
 
Originality, Living Duality
01 February 2006 @ 01:33 pm
[1] Who are you?
[2] Are we friends?
[3] When and how did we meet?
[4] How have I affected you?
[5] What do you think of me?
[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me?
[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
[8] Do you love me?
[9] Have I ever hurt you?
[10] Would you hug me?
[11] Would you kiss me?
[12] Would you hug me?
[13] Are we close?
[14] Emotionally, what stands out?
[15] Do you wish I was cooler?
[16] On a scale of 1-10, how attractive am I?
[17] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
[18] Am I loveable?
[19] How long have you known me?
[20] Describe me in one word.
[21] What was your first impression?
[22] Do you still think that way about me now?
[23] What do you think my weakness is?
[24] Do you think I'll get married?
[25] What about me makes you happy?
[26] What about me makes you sad?
[27] What reminds you of me?
[29] How well do you know me?
[30] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
[31] Do you think I would kill someone?
[32] Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?
 
 
Originality, Living Duality
19 January 2006 @ 05:58 am
A small world with thin lines and anger
Lost pearls last in the plams of strangers.
Blame hurts while my same birth turned
Pains worth into my words first concern.
Learned to walk without shoulder glancing.
Burn the crops that stopped rainforest dancing.
While change happens in the direction of routes.
Planes are landing on mental patients scalps.
Open their mouths then, insert in words, inwards
Into their inards and skeleton structure.
Intelligence lusters bright and shadows rupture
Light. Fuck the fight I've been swingin in.
Touch a life with words written in my ripped skin.
Drip pens into inkdroplets.. Blink often and
Leave your coffin lid slammed.. Crammed
With your soul.. Wrinkled clothes to rest in.
Dig the hole to sit in.. Posessing your position.
Addressing your addictions and regreting the finish.
Raise hands and scream at god and his workers
Then rain lands on my dreams of cold murders.
I told murmurs and mummbled proficies.
Stummbled into scenes of greed.. Knee deep
With broken ankles.. spoken pain flows
Smoothly.. Toke in a rain soaked beauty.
And exhale very few things.. Tales of dwarfs
And midget people.. Ridigid sequels
Equal weak pools of cheap rule.
Fake diamond eyes, that'll never shine
Like mine, Bright and full of stars.. Mind
Me, that this writing stuff isn't to touch glory..
Just to clutch performing. Wings spread.
Soaring into a 4th dimension. Intention to
Report the image I see..
Short of a sentence to describe things.
Angel wings and lost halos.. Saturns rings
Float free.. Throats bleeds and necks twist.
Confessed is... my confessions.. The obession
With weapons and sections of perfection.
Sessions of death and that ONE poetic moment.
Where I'm formed into important.. without the torment..
Of this small world.
I'm a lost pearl.
 
 
Originality, Living Duality
25 December 2005 @ 11:45 am

X-Mas Gift Tab



350 dollar Visa Gift Card
100 dollar gas cards
Apline Ipod ready head unit for my car
New speaker system in my car
Slippers
Clothes from AE [5 shirts]


Good Showing.
 
 
Originality, Living Duality
28 November 2005 @ 04:47 pm

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Perfection
flawless masterpiece, no mistakes
Back in the1800s I was burned at the stake
Metaphor Mephistopheles
Degrees I've achieved
The brain fluid it takes to believe
would equal the seven seas
I could reveal the true name of God
But you would go insane upon hearing it
Release enough winds to
blow down pyramids
I'm the Michelangelo of syllable
Since I freestyle
Genesis been biblical
That's something you got to give in to

(Verse I)
Since born in my mama's vaginal sauna
As a sonogram, I've been fond of phonics
It's ironic, even as an embryonic
Fed through an umbilical
don't that sound biblical?
I've been a terror
Since I teareth out of the uterus
Because evil plans were made to defeat us
As a fetus
Though now I walk in infamy
As a child they had it in for me
Was raised with guns in infantry
In diapers and in infancy
The childhood of a hood
that was raised in the hood
Cops said "put your hands in the hot sky"
I put my hands down on the hot hood
I can't whine or drink wine
Nine planets planned it
'Til it became apparent
My parents shouldn't have been a parent
State to state we ran some
I wasn't worth no ransom
Money, won't you hand some?
A nigga wasn't handsome
Raise the mind like Charles Manson's
New I was some man's son
But which one?
That made me strong
created my poison tongue...

CHORUS

(Verse II)
Why you cut school?
Cause you ain't feel too good
I cut school
cause my cuts ain't heal too good
Through all the physical abuse
My mind escaped
through the gift of wordplay
I memorized encyclopaedias and dictionaries
I wrote anthems from antonyms
Harmonies from homonyms
Created cinema from synonyms
Was livid to eliminate
that illustrious life you're livin' in
Wrote rhetoricals in rhythms
Made rhymes out of religion
Use a prefix as a crucifix
Or suffocate you with a suffix
Wrote lectures so infectious
They're known to infect the listeners
Who dissin' us?
Yo punks you wait – I punctuate
My karma's the comma
That put you inside of a coma
Hyphen, semi-colon, dot, dot
Leave you semi-swollen
Question: You pregnant?
Oh you're not? I love you, Period.
To sum it up, language is my essence
Fucked up in all my adolescence
Till my Mom's was out of lessons
Laws, I store convenient
Still I rob a convenience store
Love Mom, Fuck Mom
Shit, I don't love me no more
Mentally it didn't register, bitch
Empty the register, bitch
You just a cashier, bitch
Give the cash, here
Or I'll shoot you in your cabbage
Hijack a getaway cab, bitch
Words ain't makin' me no loot
Don't change now Dow Jones average
Regardless, we're Godless
They stole my innocence
In a sense, the judge sentenced me
To 3 lifetimes sentences
To put my life in times and sentences
Art my dark archnemesis
They want me off the premises
That's what the premise is
Locked on a tier
where you can't shed a tear at
I studied more Shakespeare
Than any African can shake a spear at
And the whole world fears that
And it hurts
I got caught for killing time
But then I got with words


CHORUS

(Bridge)
People can say whatever they want about me
But agree that I am the Wordsmith
They can try to ignore everything that I've achieved
But agree that I am the Wordsmith
I am the Wordsmith
The love of words is deep in my brain
Must be to silence my pain
I am the Wordsmith

(Verse III)
I'm in a game full of morons
And they keep putting more on
I tutor the Torah
I'm in the core of the Qu'aran
The mind's what I represent
And mc's better re-present
I'm taking this rappin' bullshit
to the fullest extent
I have reservations
why Indians are on reservations
Told that board of education
I was bored of education
As far as this go
I leave you deader than Disco
Rocking sex and violence
Over sax and violins
Through your minds camera lens
You're in need of an ambulance
I'll knock you to the asphalt
It's your own ass fault
Your last thought
I'll never sell my self short to be famous
And taking it up the anus just ain't us
The world could get the penis
Of this classically trained pianist
My P.O. was p.o.'d
Handed me a cup, told me to "pee in this"
The linguist musician
My college position is that my intuition
Told me I wouldn't be affordin' tuition
My education's all on my own
I might have been born yesterday
But I rhyme like there's no tomorrow...