so that's how it works huh...

apparently i have issues w/focus. it would appear that when i am dealing w/my negatively oriented emotional states that i do not maintain focus all that well.

it is believed that i may actually even have some form of adult ADHD. no official diagnosis, but i'd be willing to acknowledge some aspect of the condition.

for example, i was labelled as a child as being hyper. i'm not all that hyper nowadays, but years of having your ass whooped can have that effect on a person.

other examples can be found in my knowledge of chess, but my complete lack of interest in actually learning chess strategy. this is not to say that i lack the necessary patience to learn & understand chess strategy, i just don't generally have an interest to do so. this can also be said for spades & various other games where it is in the player's best interest to pay some kind of attention to the gameplay for strategic purposes.

and, as if to justify this claim, i'm tired of writing this post...

make like i wouldn't like to stick my foot in the ass of anyone who throws trash into the street off of PT...

PEACE
...be calm...

not today anyway...

so it is that today i am apparently experiencing 1 of my depressed states. i hate this shit. oddly, i'm far more aware of the relationship between what causes me to dangle my psyche in such states, and the occurrence of such states.

i say oddly, 'cause it seem to make little to no difference in my avoidance of said states. regardless, today i'm generally pissed off. my health would appear to be in question, and there are a few other negatively oriented events that i am fortunate enough to be trying to work through or around. the preferred approach of course being to work through, 'cause shit that you work around can come behind you & bite you in the ass...

either way, i'm not to excited about much of anything at the moment. actually, this is not all true, but generally speaking, i'm not too excited about current circumstances.

it's a blah thing. you probably wouldn't understand...

make like i even give a fuck right now...

PEACE
...be calm...

what is...

what's more impo'tant...

i know that's pretty corn, but fuck it...

now i could go somewhere w/those last 3 words as well, but i'll refrain. i'm in an odd mood. it's kinda jovial, kinda blah, & kinda fuck it...

anyway, the original idea of this thread has been wholly jacked by the concept of the perpetuation of this instrument of communication...

so what is more important, this blog smashing into its 4th year of ever productive, expressive inner thoughts of a pseudo-madman; or this blog reaching the 2C post mark?

the universally humorous aspect of all of this is its similarity to determining the importance of 1 grain of sand in comparison to any other 1 grain when there's about 5k feet between them...

make like human race is in any way, shape, or form aware of it's true place in existence...

PEACE
...be calm...

it is now official...

yes, it is actual factual...

cuatro años...

shit, i didn't think i'd maintain this shit at all, let alone for 4 years. i'm not pattin' self on the back or anything like that, i'm just saying...

damn i like to fucking get the words out...

been making more tracks lately...yeah buddy!

life's word of the eon is marinate...

some times, most times, you just gotta let the shit marinate...

make like fleas don't bite you ankles when they fuck w/humans...

PEACE
...be calm...

is it really that serious...

there'll be 200 of these in a matter of days. i suppose i ought to make some kind of big deal out of the whole affair.

not likely...

make like gas is sold at a reasonable price right now...

PEACE
...be calm...

i oughta come outta the toilet 'n' crawl back in ya ass...

welcome to my impression of shit. fecal matter. dookie. butt chunks. ass patties.

blah.

that's the kind of vibe i'm on at the moment. kind of pissed off @ humanity for generally not giving a fuck. i don't generally give a fuck myself, but my not giving a fuck is far different. i don't give a fuck for ignorance, apathy, selfishness, etc. seems quite often like i'm on the wrong side of the world w/my shit. fuck it.

i really don't give much of a fuck anymore. the whole shit can burn for all i care. fuck you & your peoples if you don't give a fuck about improving the general life condition of all humans. yes, i mean that shit w/all seriousness.

the average individual is only concerned w/self & their immediate circumstances. it's odd, 'cause when shit goes wrong, everybody seems to want to look for someone to blame. stop looking around, the nigga to blame is in your fucking mirror.

bullshitters...

can't fuckin' stand'em.

there's so many of you fuckers...

kill 'em all i say...

death to all bullshitters & bullshitees...

fuck you!

make like i'm not dealing w/some life anger/frustration at the moment you fucks...

PEACE
...be calm...

verbal diarehha...

shut the fuck up.

seriously.

if i can say that you talk too much, you must immediately shut the fuck up. i talk a whole hell of a lot. i am well aware of this aspect of my character. this is why i blog. this is why i write. this is why i create. in fact, i have learned over the years to channel this energy so that i can create.

sadly, some peeps who don't channel end up around me some kind of way. maybe i'm just being irritable, but talking more than me is unusually irritating. it isn't even the fact that i don't get to talk. believe me, that's not an issue for me. i'm a skilled communicator. i can get my verbal on. the problem is the level of tension that is generated by overtalk. why ask why? shut the fiznuck iznup...

this post is a definite vent from a personal experience that i have to experiecne repeatedly due to budgetary constraints...

make like this is not a shining example of why people bug the fuck outta me sometimes...

PEACE
...be calm...

just in case anything is in any way, shape, or form...

misunderstood, misinterpreted, misrepresented, etc.

i'm typin crazy shit, 'cause i'm beat like a treat on a teat w/o meat. how do you suckle my knuckle?

anyways, nigger, nigga, negro, black, African, whatever. i reserve the right to express myself using any vocabulary that i find is effective to get the point into your 3rd eye vision...

if you or anyone else find my language offensive in any way...

you can essentially dine on a large phallic member for your pleasure & hunger satisfaction...

make like i actually have love for the herded...

PEACE
...be calm...

de hayall!!!

i'm tired as all fuck right now. maybe that's a good thing. i did some special crazy shit today & didn't sleep a goddamned wink. WTF! i've learned something in the last few months: if the body is allowed to acheive a certain state of relaxation, tiredness is not a prevalent feeling. sleep is great & rather necessary to an extent, but it can clearly be overdone. i don't relish overdoneness of sleep. too much sleep leaves a nigga groggy 'n' shit. i've seen it happen to others 'sides myself.

fuck it. i have to keep my shit poppin'. i don't wanna be geekin' or anything like that. i'm out of it now 'cause i haven't had enough sleep.

this is an awesome-fuck, i completely lost my train of thought. that's what happens when you doze like you're stupid.

my soles are screaming pop tunes right about now. squealing that shit out 'n' about all over my foot & leg area...

i'm tired of paying attention to this entry...

make like i got enough sleep at all this weekend?

PEACE
...be calm...

holy who kidnapped my ass & thought process...

mad biz lately. this joint may take a slight 'L' as a result of other issues/events currently occurring. it's cool. they appear to be positive...

i don't even remember why in the fuck i started this post...

guess that makes the title that much more appropriate...

i'm gonna do some more editing to this joint in the coming months.

didn't realize i could edit the HTML on here like i can mizzlespizzle.

not mad.

get at the meat if ya phat in the seat...

make like you actually give a fuck what happens to this blog 1 way or the other...

PEACE
...be calm...