inside my beach house

Shoot me. I feel like I'm floating around aimlessly in some alternate universe or dimension amidst a bunch of trash, stuff people have rejected, refused or thrown out because it's served it's purpose and is no longer needed. Shit. I've got no more motivation in life anymore. You know, all that self-pity, self-hate; reckless and rash. That's how I've pretty much been lately. I'm spacing out, every day. It's become a routine for me. I used to do that a lot, but something good or worth it came out of all that stoning. I can't even think for myself anymore. I feel like walking out of the house with my shorts and some hugeass shirt because I'm so fuckin lazy and the weather's been nothing short of moody and unpredictable. I watch crappy shows on t.v. every single night till the early morning or I'm at someone's house trying to ride a unicycle, drinking, playing monopoly deal, taboo or making dr.pepper floats and playing with a beat up projector. I have a very doubt worthy lifestyle right now and I refuse to change because I'm not yet 21 and I refuse to be responsible. It's like waking up to a pregnant mishap every single day.

Modern Society

Burned by the society's disapproval, you stumble, stop. You repeat your course of action every night, all through the night. You carry yourself with all the importance in the world and you cry yourself to sleep when the sun starts to rise at 6:47am. Maybe it's just how we are after we reach a certain age of maturity. After we stop believing in things we used to live in all hope for, after we start to realize that there's no point trying harder when it's forever going to be a constant. We start to look at things in a practical way and we lose track of our creativity. We fail to realize that a practical solution is not the answer to everything. And when we do, it's slightly upsetting, but we exaggerate the harmless emotion and starve ourselves of desire for days, months, sometimes years. We go vegetarian, we don't even know why, we just do thinking we're going to save animals. No you're not, because there are still billions of people in the world out there who enjoy the tender taste and satisfaction of a well roasted lamb or whatever animal they're into. So, you see, it's no point trying to starve yourself of something you really like just because you made a slight mistake and took some time to realize it. Starving yourself of your desires and needs isn't going to reset the karmic cycle, nor is it going to change the fact that it was a mistake, intentional or not, it was still a mistake. Deal with it or go fuck a cow.


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Duty-Free

Colossal minds, we think alike. Fervent souls always in thought, to follow though or to hold back. Maybe it's a world of surreal energy, like this sub-conscious, thought provoking feeling. Something tells me you're holding back. I feel that tension, that factual realization, that need to come out and say; splashing across. I feel your fear in the air, the denial and failure to realize, that it was going to happen eventually. I don't know, the society has it's ways of demeaning people, making them feel small. It's having 10 pounds of meat strapped to your thighs and running 5 kilometers, 3 am in winter. Makes me feel at ease knowing you're just as insecure and concerned as I am. I'd rather be swinging from trees like a 3 year old than listen to your self-defense. Just take me to Oktoberfest already.


Now playing: Cursive - Caveman
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we be rappin yo ass to hell brutha

2 nights ago, we played Chubby Bunny, cranked that to Soulja Boy, partied like rockstars in a basement with the Shop Boyz, celebrated like it was our birthdays at a backyard with Fiddy, had a heart to heart talk about changes and made plans to fall in love when we go on a roadtrip to California with Tupac, tried to hustle in the middle of a street at 3:30 in the morning with Rick Ross, expressed our condolences about the bombs over Baghdad with Andre and a really Big Boy (i), lost ourselves in a world of Mom's spaghetti with Eminem, forced some n.e.r.d.s to confess to us about their fantasies of moving (if ya know whadda mean), got Chimney to be a quiet dog for about 5 seconds with some help from Mos Def, spent about 2 hours anticipating the next episode of The Mighty Boosh Series 3 to load on the internet when we had Dre over for dinner (he's a doctor now, by the way), shared all our temptations with Dizzee via phone call, made magic with an old magic kit we found in the attic with Bobby, kicked and pushed on skateboards with Lupe, went to a party filled with people we didn't know with Nelly after, then counted all the 99 problems we shared with Jay in a conversation during a dinner with our parents, bitched about some creep at school with Mobb (now that guy is Deep), shared our viewpoints about the gold diggers of today's society with Kanye and Jamie, shared our experiences about O.D-ing with our Man; Method, then learned some facts about the opposite sex & sensual seduction with Snoop (the only Dogg in da hauz), tried to perfect the peter piper tongue twister with Run and the DMC bruthaz, made some $ with J.Dilla, pimped our rides out with Xzibit and finally settled for seriousness when Wu-Tang and their clan gave us some insides on the early grave statistics growing and shit. Now, you know you can't touch any of that without MC hammin your ass and that's exactly what he did to the 4 of us.


Now playing: Wu-Tang Clan - Early Grave (feat. ODB & Bad Luck)
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great details about nothing

So, last night we made patterns and googled landscapes just so we could project them and sleep under the milky way in Joey's giant crocodiles&alligators blanket. Then we watched Eurotrip on Mr. Ramirez's giant projector in the basement and created a playlist of 242 songs we've sung along together in the past 5 months. Then we baked pasta and ice cream milkshakes at 6 in the morning. We had our pastas and milkshakes in the basement with our playlist blasting from Julian (the laptop)'s speakers and snag along with our mouths full of pasta and laughed everytime we heard Eminem say mom's spaghetti. What was so funny we never knew but we laughed so hard till we started crying and when I looked down at Lena's pasta, it was floating in Vanilla flavored milkshake. At 8 we left for a walk in the morning sun with Chimney, and Damian brought along his unicycle, for no apparent reason and failed to ride it in a straight line for more than 5 seconds and made us laugh everytime he fell over. After that I left with Lena and we took a long bus ride on 132 home and then I got off and walked a semi-long 30 minute walk home. Then it starts to rain so I'm running in the rain, soaked and all, cursive's from the hips playing, smoking my cigarette and all, and the rain stops after a minute or so and I don't know why, but I'm still running. And then, I realize, I forgot something, what was it again? Oh yeah, Abbey turns 5 years today.


Now playing: Nirvana - Drain You
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