dig daggum...

want a cell phone quick? get that sheazle on the izle. huh? i said get it off the web man! yessir. i ordered my phone(s) on Wednesday evening and they came FedEx the next afternoon. wow! got 2 brand new Nokia phizzles for frizzle. huh? got'em for free knuckle neck. that's right, for freeeee! well not actually, but i didn't have to pay for anything in advance to cop the phone(s). hot! hot! yuppers! can you tell i'm amped? [sarcasm] wanna know where i copped from? sure you do [even though no one peeps this blog...]. check it & wreck it bobo nizzle:

get your phizzle(s) hizzle. [this has been edited, 'cause the original site was full of shit!]

or you can get GYell...nah! that's a whole other ball game. catch! boogiedie bang'em.

i am so dallyo stiggum tired. haven't slept right in like 3 days. yesterday i slept about 2 hours. the day before that i didn't sleep at all. the day prior to that i slept in the office in my comfortable manager's chair, but it wadn't my bizzed. gotta stop doing that.

Ineeda is such an appropriate name for my rizzide. she needs rear struts, brakes and friggin' tires. she also needs some work on her HVAC unit. once again, for $720 i guess i can't expect too much. she keeps me on the road and making that cheese at the jozzle. hambingidy. what? what!

i told you i was sleepy. got some kizoff in my system now. hopefully it'll keep until i get home or to the laundromat. i never do my laundry when i'm 'sposed to do it. it's been a week and a half and i'm still going to do may laundry. at least it's in the trunk of the car. yeah, notice i said in the trunk. took care of that issue. booyah!

let's see, what else do i want to get off of my heavy ass mind...

i can't stand seeing peeps using cells while driving. it's sick. how about i saw this nut in a Kia sedan w/an infant in his lap. smoker. cats oughta get smacked for sheazle like that...

right then!

trap door under your feet...

PEACE

i'd like to smack'em...

...but i can't. due to societal and legal constraints, i must refrain from the use of violence to achieve personal satisfaction in the context of conflict resolution and/or assessment of oppositional circumstances. "why what in the hey-burger is he babbling about," you may ask? i shall provide some examples.

1. you fools who talk on the phone while hurtling through space encased in 1+tons of metal and fiberglass.

2. the intellectually invalid individuals who seem to think that littering is justifiable because
a)the neighborhood is already dirty
b)there is no parental guidance to the contrary
c)the sanitation worker(s) will get it

3. intellectually lazy individuals

4. republicans

5. democrats

6. politicians in general...(beat'em all one at a time!)

7. anybody who looks like they have a permanent smirk/smile on their grill (make whatever inferences you desire here)...i ain't talkin'bout George Clooney either (worst Batman/Bruce Wayne ever)

8. you cats that accelerate to pass me while i'm driving and end up being the car directly in front of me at the next red light...duh!

realistically, how would the world be if i were permitted to just mollywop these and various other offensive individuals and/or those responsible for the commission of such offensive acts. ahhh! one can only speculate...

i'm not a violent person. not really. i'd just like to-oh yeah, i already said that...

find the opposite side of the door

PEACE

what da dealie yo!

testing, testing, 1-2-3...

yea, yea, i'm on the mesh and lipping a theme
sometime it takes that to realize dreams
never been one motivated by cream
deceived by appearance as looking seems
to have best dressed
as unwilling guest
forth effort that's best
put nevertheless
least of concerns
is the earnings theirs
i owe my strivings
to my heirs
don't want them
to face what i have
at least not without
the knowledge i've grabbed
at life take a stab
with chance to succeed
beyond superficial
as wound that bleeds
i'm talking permanent
tissue scarred
graphic but drastic
measures are
sometimes required
and often then
found the sole means
of accomplishing
one's true goals
in the path of life
wielding intellect
wisdom's sharpened knife

freestyle skills baby...

you ain't know...

ha! ha!

but anyways, just testing out this email a blog entry
feature.

make like visible when the switch is on off

PEACE

miscellaneous blah...

i am tired as all hell. it's another early morning at the gig. Ineeda needs a good amount of work still. at least the trunk gets fixed Friday. YAAAY! anyways...

had a convo yesterday with the only college friend that i actually maintain. he noted that i seem quite a bit more hostile than what he remembered. life can do that to you.

let's see, i started this entry a couple of days ago. let's just finish this out. you know i'd like to use a profane word or two here and there, but i'm not sure what the policy is for such verbiage. anyway, as i was saying a few days ago (i don't know if this will post w/today's date or the original draft date), life can make you hostile. i suppose i've always had an edge to my mood since i was a kid, but as an adult i'm more like Damon Wayans angry black man character from SNL. it can be funny in reality, but most times it's not. not to get racial (damn near impossible in this society), but any individual who espouses the ideology that racism is non-existent is suffering from a socio-intellectual deficiency.

really though, i'm not racially angry as much as i am socially angry. could be because i'm not financially stable, but i would tend to disagree. just to get this out of the way, CAPITALISM sucks! forget all the sugar coated theories and explanations. any concept or system that stems from Manifest Destiny and finds its basis in the perpetuation and perfection of exploitation of resources is bound to be detrimental and in opposition to universal law. remember, capitalism is keyed on the maximized exploitation of available resources. the most valuable resource in human existence and contact is the human. huh? yes, the human. so the basis of capitalism dictates that humans must be exploited to the maximum capacity of profit generation until they are no longer useful for such purposes. how could i not be angry about that?

chew on that for a few (like anyone reads this...)

make like summer at the autumnal equinox

PEACE

confessions of a vinyl junkie...

yes, i'll cop to the charges. i love records. f*@k CD's, what is a cassette and mp3's don't have grooves. don't get it twisted, lifted or confused. i ain't the bestest DJ at all, but i've got my 12's and i've got a small collection of about 1500 or so pieces of truly loved vinyl. ok, there are 1 or 2 pieces that i don't love, but they came from the record pool. i need a new mixer and some studio monitors for what i really want to be doing (mixing & producing), but that's another post.

there's nothing on the planet like vinyl for audio. maybe it's the hypnotic path that the stylus follows while the 12 spins one of my favorite pieces. maybe it's that slightly irritating yet rhythmic static sound that's heard when the stylus reaches the back end of the groove and has nowhere else to go. shhhhpt! shhhhpt! shhhhpt! shhhhpt! yeah, that's definitely something you will never hear on a CD or cassette. aaaahhh! the wondrous realm of slip covers, tone arms and slip mats. perhaps i cannot truly explain the attraction, but it exists nonetheless.

VINYL I LOVE YOU!

okay, i'm tripping. i do love vinyl but i'm also tired as all hell. i haven't slept yet today. i need to go to bed before i have to go back in to work tonight. on that note...

make like solar after a supernova...

PEACE