satisfaction...

when I win at streefighter on psp and you don't....S-A-T-I-S-F-A-C-T-I-O-N.

what i've been up to

re-finding my love for writing...
cuttng away attachments...
jumpin round w/ DRe...
workin on my first GOOD mixtape...
a shatload of shows and open mics...
but yeh. been a minute, ya?

formspring.me

favorite color?

all the other colors that weren't good enough for the rainbow.

Ask me anything

Atomic Boredom...

"just tryin' to get by, with a little help from my friends..."

*disconnected.

this is simply for every fuck I've ever given.
I took time to compose a one-man mixtape,
due to the limitations of collaborations, not getting the beats i want, etc.
this is immense freedom.
this is brutal honesty.
this is me.
minus the fasade.
*disconnected.

lecture notes on being "human"

1.) words are frail and collapse under pressure.
2.) actions are only as good as you make them.
3.) the world continues to spin with or without you in it.
4.) everyone is human, therefore, we are all fuck-ups.
5.) be this person you seek to be...
6.) you are creator. a piece of god is placed into you. this is your means of freedom.

now live, little human.

The S word.

I hate the word "sacrifice" with a passion.
especially knowing I'm losing something valuable on both ends.
I wanna do what feels right, but what feel right isn't necessarily the best thing for me...Flip a coin?

Young America

I swear I'll be miserable when I'm old...
abusing my soon to be 20 year old body ain't gettin' no easier.
dance.
sk8ing.
freerunning.
the list goes on.
expiration date on the youth draws near...
look, what I'm tryna say is...
shit I feel old today.
physical wear combined with mental slow burn equals a useless individual by 25. hmm.
now lets compare the things i love to drug abuse.
1. I do them, whether they're good for me or not.
2. I've spent so much time doing them that the thought of not doing them scares me.
3. Dammit, the shit just feels good...
ahh. life in an instant....wanting to slow down but I just can't brake(break).

This Just In(ternet)...

in any case, the adventure has begun.
2009 was shitty beyond belief and highly unproductive.
Jan. 1st, I woke up and said "this year, that's all gonna change..."
and what did I do to seal the deal?
you guessed it.
I took my ass back to sleep.
Funny thing-I'm not too fond of the idea of mixing my dreams with reality, simply due to the fact that I never mix my comforts with my, well, uncomforts. La La Land (aka Sleep City) is the one place I know the world can't tamper with, but due to the path I've chosen,
it looks like I'ma be violating my dreams a lot more often...
especially through the music and writings...
sorry in advance for the pillaging of everything I hold sacred. hmm.