It's FRIDAY, fuckers!
*sip*
Piss uv da Gawdz!!!
I want...
My immaturity played a good part in the dissolution of my marriage. Two years after the final nail was put into that coffin, I can finally admit this openly. Don't get me wrong, there was a LOT of shit done to me that makes people shake their head and mutter "What the fuck..?" But, she wasn't the only asshole in that matrix of madness.
The difference is: I wanted to fix it. She didn't.
Water under the bridge now, eh? It should be. However, the scars from 17 years of not measuring up to this intangible bar...this standard...set for me have left indelible scars upon my psyche. I didn't even realize this until I started trying to move on.
I did not feel free to be myself for years. The things that I enjoyed got the tsk of disapproval from my ex. After a while, I compensated with a measure of dontgiveafuckededness heretofore unknown to modern man. Meh!
Now, when I sense that feeling of disapproval...when someone acts like I ain't shit because of what I like or what I want...then (*slice*) that's it. My emotional ties to that person sever almost instantly. I'm
NEVER going to feel like I felt in those months leading up to my separation & divorce again, if I can help it. Is that wrong? So be it.
D o m e s t i c S i l e n c e
*thinkin' more on this*
I'm too old to be lovesick. Fuck, man! Fuck...
I
want...
OK...That ramble helped. That and the
piss uv da gawdz restored apparent equilibrium. Resume the poker face. Get back to that space where I take life as it is rather than how it "should be". Feel what I feel, but give no outward indication.
Politics suck! Highbrow monkeyshines performed by unintelligent ideologues and megalomaniacal misanthropes who've managed to parlay their madness into a working gig and supported by other fools who don't mind sharing a brain. But, have at it, apes!
Scooter Store commercials are as goofy as Clapper commercials.
I'm quick to dumb out, run up in yo' crib with the guns out
Spray your peeps, smack the baby teeth out your son mouth
Who can stop me? I told shorty I'ma shoot you papi
Caught him in the crapper with the clapper;
while he was doin caci
I'll probably die in jail - make it through life and fry in hell
Either way I'ma lead the way, cause only time'll tell
I rhyme for real, not that imaginary vocabulary
I really will stab you and every one of my adversaries
There's no remorse - fuck these thug niggaz, show me the boss
Gimme a hustle worth the risk of goin up North
I love my freedom, and you know I love my bein
So sometimes I gotta get ugh and mug for my per diem
I'll see him in hell, we'll settle it there, better it there
No innocent bystanders to get hit with a spare
Like I really care who catches strays from the Mac
Like I really care who you paid to rap on your track
Nigga you wack - you ain't bringing nuttin for us
I got songs with the Devil and Jesus singin on the chorus
You can't ignore us, nigga you know how we roll
Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
-Big Punisher, Watch Those Lyrics
...and, just like that: poof! He's gone...
