Something I wrote a very long time ago...
I've got a shorty I've been fienin for
The type-of-chick the likes-of-which I've never seen before
Only made me fiend for more
A smart, sex, sophisticated lady
She got sass, she got class, plus an ass to drive me crazy
But lately, the lady been acting colder
Ignoring my advances and brushing me off her shoulder
Day by day, I'm craving her more and more
Bored of being ignored and wondering whats in store
Truth be told I want you, as more than lovers
I want it all or I want nothing, I want you like none other
Let me sweep you off them feet - so we can both feel complete
Cant lie, I want you and your exactly what I need
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Epic Meal Time - What Up Hater
A couple weeks ago I came across a couple videos from an online cooking show on Youtube called Epic Meal Time. If you've never seen any of their videos prepare yourselves for a laugh or two as well as some really sick meals. One of their meals had over 100,000 calories, thats an instant heart attack for that ass. What I really enjoy most about these videos is the host, hes a character and really adds a nice touch of humor to the videos. If your a fan of Bacon or any meat product youll really enjoy their meals, damn near every meal has massive amounts of bacon as well as the Munchie's inspired concoctions only a pot head would enjoy or dream up! Stop hating!
Up first is the Breakfeast of Booze - What happens when breakfeast meets alcohol, damn near everything is fried in alcohol or breaded with beer batter
Up next is the Turbacon Epic Thanksgiving meal, as the host would describe it, a Bird in a bird in a bird in a bird in a bird, basically 5 different birds stuffed into each other and then stuffed into a pig with of course Plenty of Bacon
Last is their very first video, The Worst Pizza Ever, a Pizza topped with some of the best selections from the menu of some of your favorite fast food restaurants
Up first is the Breakfeast of Booze - What happens when breakfeast meets alcohol, damn near everything is fried in alcohol or breaded with beer batter
Up next is the Turbacon Epic Thanksgiving meal, as the host would describe it, a Bird in a bird in a bird in a bird in a bird, basically 5 different birds stuffed into each other and then stuffed into a pig with of course Plenty of Bacon
Last is their very first video, The Worst Pizza Ever, a Pizza topped with some of the best selections from the menu of some of your favorite fast food restaurants
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Robbie Rivera - Wet Kitty Pool Party at the Fountainbleau
So this weekend was the Grand Opening of the Wet Kitty pool party at the world famous Fountainbleau Hotel in Miami Beach. The event was located at the poolside area of the new Arkadia nightclub located on the ground floor of the Chateau.
The Event featured one of my longtime favorite DJ's Robbie Rivera. When I first started getting into the House Music scene and the Miami Clubs back in 2005-2006 he was the first DJ I really got in to. It was a great opportunity to catch one of my favorite DJ's Spinning, especially since I hadn't seen him in over a year, Probably since WMC 2009 and he didn't disappoint.
For my group and I this was a little warm up/teaser to the pool parties coming around in less than 3 weeks for WMC 2011 at the Surfcomber, Shelborne and Club 50 at the Gansevoort Hotel. The event was called the Wet Kitty Pool Party, the perfect name for this event considering my group of friends refer to each other as the Kitties, it felt like a party dedicated to us. It was a great way to get into the WMC state of mind.
The drinks were a little expensive, but its the Fountainbleau, what do you expect? Only complaint is, I don't like my beer out of a can thank you very much. It was a nice venue, a little small in comparison to the Surfcomber but really really nice otherwise. The crowd was young and full of life, perfect place to people watch which is exactly what a lot of the older people staying at the Fountainbleau were doing. It was pretty funny actually, there was a whole crowd of tourists standing in the lobby looking out a window down onto the pool area looking shocked or amazed at the madness occurring in the pool. Robbie kept the crowd going of course and the party lasted till about 8 pm when everyone left and headed to Nikki Beach to continue partying. All I can think of now is Winter Music Conference and the Pool Parties to come. Here are some pictures of the event, enjoy and remember always party safe.
The Event featured one of my longtime favorite DJ's Robbie Rivera. When I first started getting into the House Music scene and the Miami Clubs back in 2005-2006 he was the first DJ I really got in to. It was a great opportunity to catch one of my favorite DJ's Spinning, especially since I hadn't seen him in over a year, Probably since WMC 2009 and he didn't disappoint.
For my group and I this was a little warm up/teaser to the pool parties coming around in less than 3 weeks for WMC 2011 at the Surfcomber, Shelborne and Club 50 at the Gansevoort Hotel. The event was called the Wet Kitty Pool Party, the perfect name for this event considering my group of friends refer to each other as the Kitties, it felt like a party dedicated to us. It was a great way to get into the WMC state of mind.
The drinks were a little expensive, but its the Fountainbleau, what do you expect? Only complaint is, I don't like my beer out of a can thank you very much. It was a nice venue, a little small in comparison to the Surfcomber but really really nice otherwise. The crowd was young and full of life, perfect place to people watch which is exactly what a lot of the older people staying at the Fountainbleau were doing. It was pretty funny actually, there was a whole crowd of tourists standing in the lobby looking out a window down onto the pool area looking shocked or amazed at the madness occurring in the pool. Robbie kept the crowd going of course and the party lasted till about 8 pm when everyone left and headed to Nikki Beach to continue partying. All I can think of now is Winter Music Conference and the Pool Parties to come. Here are some pictures of the event, enjoy and remember always party safe.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The Weekend that Never Ended... Part 1: Chilling with Cops
Have you ever had one of those weekends you just can't remember every detail to? Or better yet, a weekend you'd rather completely forget? Something like a scene right out of the Hangover? Anyone who lives in Miami has a story or two like this to tell. Well, I have more than just a few of these. But one weekend completely takes the cake... one weekend comes to mind in particular.
This story picks up on the last and final day of a 72 hour marathon of partying and debauchery. Maybe Ill find time to describe Friday and Saturday, but Lets get you caught up, Friday Night we went out to a club, partied, left about 5am when one of our boys began tripping out cause some Transvestite tried talking to him, went to another club for after hours drank consumed and partied some more. Saturday arrives, we barely slept but 3-4 hours, we head to the liquor store where we encounter 3 girls just coming home from whatever guys house they just got fucked in, bought 1 bottle of champagne and 2 bottles of vodka and headed to the beach. We parked, found a spot and continued our party at the beach. Stopped by a friends house, where we smoked, sniffed, and drank whatever was available. Left, headed back to Miami Lakes to shower, change, recharge, smoke sniff and drink some more before heading out to Club Space. Arrived around midnight, and partied there past after hours all the way till about 10 am. Went back to Miami Lakes where we invited girls and friends over. Finished the house party early, recharged our batteries momentarily, and headed back out to Nikki Beach at around 8 PM to continue the madness....
This is where our story begins...Mind you, we are all running on fumes, we've smoked about a quarter ounce of kush or more throughout those 2 days, popped numerous transformers, that's ecstasy pills for you who don't get out much. Consumed about a quarter ounce of blow, and drank our asses into a state of consciousness that I can barely begin to describe. We arrive to Nikki beach recharged and ready to finish our weekend off.
I headed out with my homeboys Orlando and Eats and linked up with the fourth maniac Texas at the beach. We scooped him up and headed to Nikki beach but not before smoking about 3 blunts and consuming more substances. As we arrived to Nikki beach we decided to park somewhere along the road to Nikki Beach so we wouldn't have to pay for parking and so we were a nice distance from the place we were going to do our dirt in. After getting ourselves together, we headed to Nikki Beach where we were greeted by a promoter, I'll leave his name out considering he always takes care of us.
Once inside, we do our normal rounds, seeing who we recognize, who's there, and what kind of vibe is in the air. The four of us link up with some of our home girls we ran into and find a spot on the dance floor, get loose, dance a lil, we decide to get ourselves a bottle.
Fast Forward a couple of hours... Its now close to 5 Am, I had ran into my friend Diego, hes an older cat, he was there with his girl. We all discuss continuing the party at Discoteka, What used to be Metropolis a few years ago, the largest club in Miami. This club has really gone to the shits, its become what I call the Rat Hole, the club had been raided, a murder had occurred, people had been stabbed outside in the parking lot, but when your banged up, its a perfect place to zone out before going home. Diego was a lil buzzed and intoxicated and asked if I could drive his car to the club, and I told him sure no problem, lets leave in 15.
I stepped down to the Dance floor and started dancing with some girls, when suddenly some guy dressed really nice for what is a beach club comes up to me asking me, What good spots there are after Nikki Beach, I tell him, Discoteka, He asks If I knew someone there or If I had the hook up, or if its hard to get in. I told him, I know I'm getting in, I don't know about you, at which moment he replies, "Oh, I'm getting In" and he shows me his wallet, which happens to be holding a badge. At the moment, I panicked and told him yeah people are headed there now, and left the dance floor, at which point I told Diego, yo this guys a cop, lets ride. Which we did.
I texted and called all my boys that were there, O, Eats, and Texas and told them to be careful leaving cause there was a DT inside and to meet me at Discoteka. Apparently the cop had noticed they were with me, so he tried to befriend them, and once they correlated he was the cop, they dipped out the back. When we had originally parked we didn't pay too much attention to where the car was. Now its 5 am and my friends are having an increasingly difficult time finding the car, no one figured it would be a good idea to jot down the intersection. As they are looking for their car, the cop from the club offers to pick them up and help them find it. Now I'm not sure if its the drugs or the alcohol, but my friends thought it was a good idea and jumped in. After not being able to locate the car, the cop decides, lets just go to the club. And they all agree.
From what I've pieced together from the stories about the car ride, the cop begins to tell my friends hes a cop, and he used to be a Hialeah Wylo and gang member, etc etc. Now my friend Orlando is the free styling phenomenon, and tells him that he doesn't really care who he is and to put the radio up cause he likes the beat. He begins to freestyle.... and starts spitting lines... such as "If you a cop, Fuck the cops, Ill slice your throat and dump you in the river".... and when this kid freestyles, it seems as if he really hates you. This prompts the cop to pull out his piece and sit it on his lap, instantly quieting the freestyle session. He blurts out, "So what you niggas got".... and Eats pulls out 5 blunts, and tells him 5 Blunts, Texas was carrying about 40 pills and a half an ounce, which makes me wonder, who takes a whole half an ounce of bud to a club?... but Texas pulls out the half ounce, all this is happening while a Miami Beach police officer is behind them, the DT asks..."Is that it?" ... Texas replies, That's it! At which point the cop replies..."Lets Ride"
So I'm at discoteka with Diego and his girl waiting for these guys, when suddenly I get a phone call from Orlando... "Come outside, were chilling with the cop"...I think to myself, WHAT THE FUCK!!!, are these guys that banged up? So i go outside, to check on my boys and make sure everything okay... when I get outside, these guys are there smoking a blunt with the cop, making fun of him for hollering at a Transvestite, apparently when they pulled into the parking lot the cop was checking out some he/shes.
When I head out, I tell Diego the situation, he says he'll wait for me in the front. When I get to the car, Orlando offers me some white, I take a wack, at which moment the cop tells me, "Turn around, hands behind your back" at which point, I do. My friends start laughing all except for Texas, cause hes just silently observing. He replies to me, "I'm just fucking wit you, let me get a wack", In my head I'm thinking, "WTF is going on here, am I in the Twilight Zone or something?"...We decide to head inside.
Diego still waiting for me at the front notices the cop, and immediately asks him "Are you a cop, cause if you are, you have to tell me" The cop replies, "Yeah" at which point Diego turns to the security and tells them, watch out this guys a cop, Diego and I head inside, this shit is just getting weirder and weirder for me. The cop flashes his badge to security and security tells, him, wheres your Id, in my head I'm laughing, the grimiest club in Miami still doesn't give a fuck if hes a pig or not, and they still charge him a $20 cover.
Were in the club no more than 5 minutes, when suddenly, Orlando begins freaking out, "YO, we have to fucking go, that motherfuckers a cop"...I tell him "It was your fucking Idea to jump in his car, and bring his ass to the club, what the fuck are you talking about" but once Orlando gets in a mood, its hard to change, and he starts turning red, looking crazy, "We gotta go, this guys a fuckin pig, Bro we gotta go"...so 5 minutes after getting in, I have to go find Texas and Eetz and then we all try to convince Orlando to no avail, so we go outside, hail a cab, and take our asses back to the beach.
When we get there its raining, everything is wet, and the suns coming up, and we still don't know where the car is, so we decided to wait out the rain and enter Burger King for some break feast, after which we leave and I drop my new iPhone in a puddle of water, Texas immediately picks it up and begins to suck out the water....Phones still working, mission avoided. We continue to look for the car, but have no idea where to even begin so we break up and each head down a separate street looking for the car, eventually Orlando finds it. He drives around looking for us and picking us up! At which point we call our friend Sasso, he usually works till 6 am and is normally getting home at 7-730 am, which is right about the time we find the car. We drop off Eats at a bus stop where his brother picks him up since he has to be at work in 4 hours. Texas, Orlando and I head to Sasso's house.... this day is not over.
To be continued....
This story picks up on the last and final day of a 72 hour marathon of partying and debauchery. Maybe Ill find time to describe Friday and Saturday, but Lets get you caught up, Friday Night we went out to a club, partied, left about 5am when one of our boys began tripping out cause some Transvestite tried talking to him, went to another club for after hours drank consumed and partied some more. Saturday arrives, we barely slept but 3-4 hours, we head to the liquor store where we encounter 3 girls just coming home from whatever guys house they just got fucked in, bought 1 bottle of champagne and 2 bottles of vodka and headed to the beach. We parked, found a spot and continued our party at the beach. Stopped by a friends house, where we smoked, sniffed, and drank whatever was available. Left, headed back to Miami Lakes to shower, change, recharge, smoke sniff and drink some more before heading out to Club Space. Arrived around midnight, and partied there past after hours all the way till about 10 am. Went back to Miami Lakes where we invited girls and friends over. Finished the house party early, recharged our batteries momentarily, and headed back out to Nikki Beach at around 8 PM to continue the madness....
This is where our story begins...Mind you, we are all running on fumes, we've smoked about a quarter ounce of kush or more throughout those 2 days, popped numerous transformers, that's ecstasy pills for you who don't get out much. Consumed about a quarter ounce of blow, and drank our asses into a state of consciousness that I can barely begin to describe. We arrive to Nikki beach recharged and ready to finish our weekend off.
I headed out with my homeboys Orlando and Eats and linked up with the fourth maniac Texas at the beach. We scooped him up and headed to Nikki beach but not before smoking about 3 blunts and consuming more substances. As we arrived to Nikki beach we decided to park somewhere along the road to Nikki Beach so we wouldn't have to pay for parking and so we were a nice distance from the place we were going to do our dirt in. After getting ourselves together, we headed to Nikki Beach where we were greeted by a promoter, I'll leave his name out considering he always takes care of us.
Once inside, we do our normal rounds, seeing who we recognize, who's there, and what kind of vibe is in the air. The four of us link up with some of our home girls we ran into and find a spot on the dance floor, get loose, dance a lil, we decide to get ourselves a bottle.
Fast Forward a couple of hours... Its now close to 5 Am, I had ran into my friend Diego, hes an older cat, he was there with his girl. We all discuss continuing the party at Discoteka, What used to be Metropolis a few years ago, the largest club in Miami. This club has really gone to the shits, its become what I call the Rat Hole, the club had been raided, a murder had occurred, people had been stabbed outside in the parking lot, but when your banged up, its a perfect place to zone out before going home. Diego was a lil buzzed and intoxicated and asked if I could drive his car to the club, and I told him sure no problem, lets leave in 15.
I stepped down to the Dance floor and started dancing with some girls, when suddenly some guy dressed really nice for what is a beach club comes up to me asking me, What good spots there are after Nikki Beach, I tell him, Discoteka, He asks If I knew someone there or If I had the hook up, or if its hard to get in. I told him, I know I'm getting in, I don't know about you, at which moment he replies, "Oh, I'm getting In" and he shows me his wallet, which happens to be holding a badge. At the moment, I panicked and told him yeah people are headed there now, and left the dance floor, at which point I told Diego, yo this guys a cop, lets ride. Which we did.
I texted and called all my boys that were there, O, Eats, and Texas and told them to be careful leaving cause there was a DT inside and to meet me at Discoteka. Apparently the cop had noticed they were with me, so he tried to befriend them, and once they correlated he was the cop, they dipped out the back. When we had originally parked we didn't pay too much attention to where the car was. Now its 5 am and my friends are having an increasingly difficult time finding the car, no one figured it would be a good idea to jot down the intersection. As they are looking for their car, the cop from the club offers to pick them up and help them find it. Now I'm not sure if its the drugs or the alcohol, but my friends thought it was a good idea and jumped in. After not being able to locate the car, the cop decides, lets just go to the club. And they all agree.
From what I've pieced together from the stories about the car ride, the cop begins to tell my friends hes a cop, and he used to be a Hialeah Wylo and gang member, etc etc. Now my friend Orlando is the free styling phenomenon, and tells him that he doesn't really care who he is and to put the radio up cause he likes the beat. He begins to freestyle.... and starts spitting lines... such as "If you a cop, Fuck the cops, Ill slice your throat and dump you in the river".... and when this kid freestyles, it seems as if he really hates you. This prompts the cop to pull out his piece and sit it on his lap, instantly quieting the freestyle session. He blurts out, "So what you niggas got".... and Eats pulls out 5 blunts, and tells him 5 Blunts, Texas was carrying about 40 pills and a half an ounce, which makes me wonder, who takes a whole half an ounce of bud to a club?... but Texas pulls out the half ounce, all this is happening while a Miami Beach police officer is behind them, the DT asks..."Is that it?" ... Texas replies, That's it! At which point the cop replies..."Lets Ride"
So I'm at discoteka with Diego and his girl waiting for these guys, when suddenly I get a phone call from Orlando... "Come outside, were chilling with the cop"...I think to myself, WHAT THE FUCK!!!, are these guys that banged up? So i go outside, to check on my boys and make sure everything okay... when I get outside, these guys are there smoking a blunt with the cop, making fun of him for hollering at a Transvestite, apparently when they pulled into the parking lot the cop was checking out some he/shes.
When I head out, I tell Diego the situation, he says he'll wait for me in the front. When I get to the car, Orlando offers me some white, I take a wack, at which moment the cop tells me, "Turn around, hands behind your back" at which point, I do. My friends start laughing all except for Texas, cause hes just silently observing. He replies to me, "I'm just fucking wit you, let me get a wack", In my head I'm thinking, "WTF is going on here, am I in the Twilight Zone or something?"...We decide to head inside.
Diego still waiting for me at the front notices the cop, and immediately asks him "Are you a cop, cause if you are, you have to tell me" The cop replies, "Yeah" at which point Diego turns to the security and tells them, watch out this guys a cop, Diego and I head inside, this shit is just getting weirder and weirder for me. The cop flashes his badge to security and security tells, him, wheres your Id, in my head I'm laughing, the grimiest club in Miami still doesn't give a fuck if hes a pig or not, and they still charge him a $20 cover.
Were in the club no more than 5 minutes, when suddenly, Orlando begins freaking out, "YO, we have to fucking go, that motherfuckers a cop"...I tell him "It was your fucking Idea to jump in his car, and bring his ass to the club, what the fuck are you talking about" but once Orlando gets in a mood, its hard to change, and he starts turning red, looking crazy, "We gotta go, this guys a fuckin pig, Bro we gotta go"...so 5 minutes after getting in, I have to go find Texas and Eetz and then we all try to convince Orlando to no avail, so we go outside, hail a cab, and take our asses back to the beach.
When we get there its raining, everything is wet, and the suns coming up, and we still don't know where the car is, so we decided to wait out the rain and enter Burger King for some break feast, after which we leave and I drop my new iPhone in a puddle of water, Texas immediately picks it up and begins to suck out the water....Phones still working, mission avoided. We continue to look for the car, but have no idea where to even begin so we break up and each head down a separate street looking for the car, eventually Orlando finds it. He drives around looking for us and picking us up! At which point we call our friend Sasso, he usually works till 6 am and is normally getting home at 7-730 am, which is right about the time we find the car. We drop off Eats at a bus stop where his brother picks him up since he has to be at work in 4 hours. Texas, Orlando and I head to Sasso's house.... this day is not over.
To be continued....
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Working on Saturday is Punishable by Death
Exodus 35:2
For six days, work is to be done, but the seventh day shall be your holy day, a Sabbath of rest to the LORD. Whoever does any work on it must be put to death.
Now I'm not the most righteous or religious man, but I definitely feel this is something that should be enforced. Not so much the worker, but the damn inconsiderate employer. As I sit here behind my desk, with absolutely nothing to do, I wonder what they meant. Were they referring to work as any job done for monetary compensation? Or did they mean any work, for example I wanted to clean up my room on saturday...now im scared god might strike me down! Normally I go to the grocery store, cook, and fuck on Saturdays. Am I damned? Cause by my account, fucking is hard work, and I be putting in work!
But Its really not that bad, I dont get paid for sex, that would be prostitution, and in that case, this god fearing Christian would have a whole bigger problem on my hand! While sitting here writting, Im getting time and a half, they call it overtime, and well if thats the case dogma can take a backseat. So to all those of you sitting in the altar of capitalism on your saturday morning instead of your neighborhood church, fear not, You think more about God then God thinks about you...he's frying other fish...do you need some attention? Now get back to work!
For six days, work is to be done, but the seventh day shall be your holy day, a Sabbath of rest to the LORD. Whoever does any work on it must be put to death.
Now I'm not the most righteous or religious man, but I definitely feel this is something that should be enforced. Not so much the worker, but the damn inconsiderate employer. As I sit here behind my desk, with absolutely nothing to do, I wonder what they meant. Were they referring to work as any job done for monetary compensation? Or did they mean any work, for example I wanted to clean up my room on saturday...now im scared god might strike me down! Normally I go to the grocery store, cook, and fuck on Saturdays. Am I damned? Cause by my account, fucking is hard work, and I be putting in work!
But Its really not that bad, I dont get paid for sex, that would be prostitution, and in that case, this god fearing Christian would have a whole bigger problem on my hand! While sitting here writting, Im getting time and a half, they call it overtime, and well if thats the case dogma can take a backseat. So to all those of you sitting in the altar of capitalism on your saturday morning instead of your neighborhood church, fear not, You think more about God then God thinks about you...he's frying other fish...do you need some attention? Now get back to work!
Friday, February 11, 2011
King Kolt - Smokin & Ridin feat. HIA Juan
Here it is! One of my music videos, for those of you have never seen or heard anything of mine. Enjoy!
Lyrics:
(Intro)
Smokin & Ridin, Smokin & Ridin
Smokin & Ridin, Smokin & Ridin
So go & get on the grind, so go & get on the grind
So go & get on the grind, so go & get on the grind
(Verse 1: King Kolt)
Police right behind me, I'm smoking & Ridin
They cant see inside, limo tint keep me hidin
They roll right passed me, I sit back laughin
Half an ounce in my lap, aint a damn thing happen
Why drink and drive?, when you can smoke and fly
Fog up the inside of your ride till you can't open your eyes
I'm getting High, I watch traffic pass by
Passin flashin yellow lights I been hi since last night
Tilt my seat back, I'm blowin endo out the window
Let the wind ash my blunt as I pass it to my kinfolk
Roll another spliff, getting lit off this crip shit
I'm lifted every minute nothing you can do to fix it
(Hook x 2)
I'm smoking and ridin, mi gente beside me/
I'm smokin and ridin, and doing it nightly/
I'm smokin and ridin, smokin and ridin/
smokin and ridin, till the pigs come and find me/
(Verse 2: HIA Juan)
Ay yo we smoking & ridin, lighting the best green
Got my dawgs right beside me you cant fuck with the team
We ridin through the streets, system bumpin, spittin on beats
My windows down but I only holla if you look like a freak
We ridin gmc's, impalas, caddy's on 23's
We got that crippy weed burnin so a chico feelin so free
Money stackin, so I'm holdin bout 4 g's cash
What's the haps? Police pass, I get a rush and I laugh
That's just the way it is, bumpin Pac through your block
smoking pot Fuck the cops man, who got the deuce on the blunt?
I got that taliban bud, always bomb, never bunk
Got a J, a Dutch, a Phil and a Bong up inside the trunk
(Hook x 2)
I'm smoking and ridin, mi gente beside me/
I'm smokin and ridin, and doing it nightly/
I'm smokin and ridin, smokin and ridin/
smokin and ridin, till the pigs come and find me/
Thursday, February 10, 2011
The "I don't give a fuck" Manifesto
I've always found the term "I don't give a fuck" kinda peculiar, how do you not give a fuck, sooooo much, that you feel obligated to say "I don't give a fuck"....you don't give a fuck so much that you can't even control your mouth and have to blurt out "I don't give a fuck"... By saying you don't shows that in fact you DO! Then there's those people who don't give multiple fucks, like "I don't give 3 fucks", so let me get this right, indulge me if you will, you don't give a fuck so much, that you needed more than 1 fuck that in fact you weren't even gonna give in the first place, but the feeling of not giving a fuck was so strong you completely skipped not giving 2 fucks and went to 3.... And I thought the saying was "I could give a fuck" not "I don't give a fuck"... So which is it, you could? Or you don't? Cause I'm fucking confused over here.... cause I COULD give a fuck, but I've chosen not to....
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
It is now over... A short story
My name? I have none. Then again who does have a name these days. People are only identified in this world by what they own. Where is it that I live? It is the mold on a half eaten cheeseburger at the bottom of a dumpster somewhere in an insignificant cosmic back alley. Now how important do you really think it is if you wear your white striped socks or your black ones.
The weather here is bleak. The weather in the mind of someone who suffers from constant boredom is always bleak. I am bored with the sheer boringness of life. Life is just a giant stopwatch but instead of counting up, its counting down. Thats why I cant seem to understand why people get hung up on the most pointless details. If you die old and rich or you die young and a bum, do you really think all the worms and decomposing bacteria will care if theyre eating the flesh of a rich person or the flesh of a pauper?
What tortures me is that I wish I never started to see thing the way that I do. Everyone else just seems oblivious to the truth. People just stumble through life with their eyes closed, bumping into things. I feel that I am walking through with open eyes, I still bump into stuff but I can truly see what it is. Its not that I know everything, its just that I see the insignificance of 99.9% of our everyday lives. The major conflict in my life is that everyone else seems to have no idea whats going on.
There is not even really a good reason for me to be alive. Not through my life or death am I going to change the way the world is. Its going to keep getting worse because theres a negative trend and its not getting fixed. Even if I died right now I would probably not even get the privilege of being a statistic. Yet I tire of this pointless, soon to be forgotten life. I want to do something big before I die. I want to show how an insignificant act by an individual can still change more than a few lives.
I hail the cab and he pulls over. I dont want to go anywhere in particular, so I tell him one block away. We arrive and I open the door. He asks for the fare and I answer him by placing the barrel of my sawed off next to his face and painting the interior with his brains. I step out of the car and start walking home. Someone looks at me dripping blood. They suffer the same fate as the cabbie. 2 murders now. Double homicide should be on the news for a day or so, relatively minor. I see a car driving down the street. I run in front and wave my arms. They stop and I jump on the hood and shoot both the driver and passenger through the windshield. My count is up to 4. Thats pretty low considering theres 2 billion people in the world.
I am back at my home and debating what to do next. I did alright for a desperate act. Those 4 people just died for nothing yet nothing is going to change. Just being in this world makes me sick. I am in the kitchen eyeing up the cutlery. I grab a large blade and use it to escape. Slice. Slice. Slice. Red. I sit back and for the first time ever really know what it is like to know that it will finally end.
It is now over
The white light embraces me
I have reached content
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Mr. Liqer - That Buzz
There's a new artist in town, and his name is Mr. Liqer from the Indie Penned Ent. camp featuring production from D-Notez. If you have never heard of him, take a second and check him out. I've done songs with him myself as well as direct and shot some of his music videos. Check out Mr. Liqers website & Download his Music for FREE Here is a link to the last music video/commercial I directed and shot for him, for his upcoming mixtape. Mr. Liqer - Recognize Me on YouTube be sure to follow him on twitter @MrLiqer
Monday, February 7, 2011
If shit had a voice...
If shit had a voice, it would sound like the Black Eyed Peas during yesterdays halftime performance at the superbowl. I was actually falling asleep from the barbecued feast I had just finished consuming, someone was trying to be kind and do me the favor of waking me up so I could watch it...I fell back asleep until the 3rd quarter. Thank god I have never paid money to listen to their music or made the mistake of attending one of their concerts.
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