today ive been playing broken mirror for ps3 the demo that is, it is pretty intresting you can make wall jumps and climb stuff all kinds of stuff. I also got eminems book the way I am, i read through a couple pages and it was good so far, im also thinking about taking boxing lessons for the 4th or 5th time, hopefully I can stick with it.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Thoughtless Pride
Thoughtless pride self conceive thoughts on a process of destiny, dive straight into the arrow and think simply on how stupid the life of mine was, buzzed pepsiholic, call it what you wanna call it, not givin in as much as sin can be comin in but them people keep callin me stuff to make me feel that way, its like heavens turnin me down, and i got nothing much to smile on except the fact that i can spit a good rap verse, and wonder if the big bang theory and religion is real or combine both but seek on fake prophetic visions, given unto nothing loving something for nothing turning backwards into dismal downward spiraling uneven virtues nothing
One Thing
Posers are choosers, trying harder posing mother fuckers twisted up into butter slicked back on bread and ate together, seether together boiled pot full of water, devoured sour by each and every coward, hour by hour, taking chances by the matter of factual, fractural understated contractual, dawn of the time anger was present in a peasent that wasent pleasent, pushing it to the limit, givin it to the gimic, the thought of power, is not what i want in the genre, but only in my fear to conquer over evil right here, and profile and pose, while im shootin like doom, not liable to hallicianate on shrooms because i dont take em but on medication supposedly got the devil on a hang up and hes waiting for a criminal tie in. thats posing
Demon Saratonin
demons always raping me because i want my serotonin, blast em away ask why put em in thier place blast the space, hackers vacate my place because demons always givin santists my ip adress, once before in the past this happened, crampin my style because all my music is piled up on a driver, my stuff aint made up like macgiver ask yourself if this is the road you wanna take, the kit kat you wanna break, cheese cake that you vomit u p, shit fliped up and kurupt 'cause of being desperate and not going crazy taking the enemy with the friendly which are really feind;y, all i want is my sleep and not the dreams
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Hade Away
take these demons to hades lord, im tired of pullin out my ignition cord, outta silience a disregard, for a god even retarded consinderation, doesnt put into intiation that this car aint starting, my mumblin and stuttering aint making sense god, so stop persucuting the robbed and put satan in his place, hade him, spade and neuter the mother fucker, im curious about how many levels of pictures potratyed on a mountain top is idiot than a flaver dipped top ontop of the hour, demons and suck on my fecal specimans, ontop of resin collective tin ciggerate holders, boulder is no more colder, just do your job god so i can do mine, its all in due time
Dreams Poem
Dreams are one thing, my mind is another, trapped inside a pool of anti reality, stuck in society wishing dreams would come true, stay withen the blue and not in the dark, heart cold as misery because im trapped, wrapped inside a egg shell waiting to explode, knowing that if i dont do something soon my soul will go, rest assurred that this aint the best for me, ill take in consideration that the road will go ahead of me, and travel thus far to another beyond, distance to another populas with population where i can socialize inside of the zero nothing in my room, this life is a put in by my silence and inept desicisions, whats been given has been lost from lot of counter-sarcasim, dont think for once you can shine without life, because once gods thiers it'll make you think twice and shine forever
How Im Doing Today
Im doing alright, besides the fact I can Hardly make any friends over the internet, and I cant get thru far cry 2 because I need marlaria medicine, so im pretty much bored, ive been watching fighting spirit, and thats about it
other things that frutrate me are demons always bothering me, and sometimes talking to em nicely but that doesnt seem to help the fact that they want my soul
Some Poetry Of Mine
This life ive wasted, I wonder if heaven gots a place with another place to talk about where everybody belongs, like a sweet seranade song that might make you cry but inspire, not to retire, still have sleep and have dreams and be normal again, just as if I was on the right medication. Be famous and not have to resort to placements. Talk about the right subjects at all the right times, live immortal not emorral. No need for evil and live off history and pottential make it mantally right in site no decay or outskirts. Guitar solos that last forever, take a stairway to a whole nother dimension
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