whatsupyalll's Blog

still trippin lol stay hi live hi till you die however you can make it fly just try
im not a rapper. slim shady is not a rapper. i hate most mainsteam music out there, but if people hear it at all that still means its mainstream... give me a campfire and a moonlite nite and thats the ticket to get me feelin alrite lol.. rambling on again wasting this "free time" last time i heard about time it was that it was money... lol i guess thats y im broke because myself is timeless hahahahaha if i were half the man i am today i still couldnt be half to others, i have alot of heros, average people who put up with all of this bullshit and still manage to make others laugh.. i want to be the kind of person who can calm, spread joy and giv drink to the thirsty if you know what i mean,, one persons comfort cannot be at the expense of another... but maintaiing my own comfort is little compared with that of maitaining myself, who i stand for, what im doing with this limited life that has been granted me for whatever reason.. mindless droning from a crowd makes alot more since when you are a part of it... me im usually perferential and partial to quiet, silence, wilderness, animals nature, things that talk, but dont speak

The television blares in the distance, a monotonous groan complimenting an already blatent farce. fashion product hocked on air for the skulls of children.. the bones taste this way only when you cook them.. another day on the planent and so another half assed leap out of "the sack" maybe because by the end of the day you just hit, like concrete from skyscrapers, giving local businessmen a dread of the ominous sky, darkened by the weight of doom and paralyzing anything that comes close to real.. distant screams plague incessant dreams while sickness reigns as lord of chaos, churning and bubbling us all to stew.. where this concotion goes no one knows, thrown to the dogs to keep the meat hanging off their bones no doubt, the skin hangs loosely around the mutts face as he drinks the slime of another age from rusted bowls aged from years of weathering.. where will you be in 10 years... where in 5? am i sure its years? y not days or months... seems more plasuible to me that im murdered sometime somewhere. i know deep down that someone is real sick a me and all this spiraling out of control.. put a bullet in my head, i conceed... fuck the world and everything therin lol because today is not the day for flowers and tyedye...

howdy yall i aint not got alot of lernin so bear wit mee on dis... elll o ell