It sometimes makes me sad that you don't know shit about Hov or Nas. And I once turned to you on some real nigga shit and bit my tongue: We don't both speak Chinese. "I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same..."
Sometimes I cheat and say some really cool hip-hop shit like I was the inventor. Like 'Man he really just said that!' But what's funny is that Chinese jokes don't really make 'em laugh where I'm from, so it ain't nothing.

It ain't nothin! It's almost funny like, man I'm trilingual, G. I call you G cuz you're my homie, and that's my friend cuz I fucks with him, vous comprenez? Plus Jamaican...

It's odd. I am almost built for haters. Not that I'm trying to get all sad an ranting about some haters. My life's been all love lately (RIP 1 Version of /Sandy). Just... thinking. Kinda airing myself out right now. I think I haven't said a word to anyone all day. Just writing. Writing. Righting. Rie Ting mythings miyyyyyy.yyyyyyy

Okay! I'm making ridiculous jokes! That means I really am exhausted. I guess thinking is tiresome too. As is listening- really listening to all and only Jay-z. The Blueprints are so dope. I have kinda sketched it out in my mind as a blueprint. Sorta neat... BP2 is about being mad macking and cool and pretty gangster. The Blueprint is kinda like what you might sess out of a session of mobster movies. Shut your mouth. Live fast and fun. Money, drugs, bitches. But do not get caught... BP3 is technically my favourite- it's about moving forward from all that other shit and being a damn grown up. I'm always getting yelled at for my low pants ("I can see you boxers!!!!). Jeez. Irony. Still, I love the smoothness. BP3 is so kinda avantgarde. Kinda because it's not like Hov was on some Black Eyed Peas Superbowl shit. Just... I don't think it's much instrumentals, and look at Off That. Futuristic shit.
Also, good look from Hov giving JCole a verse and restricting Drake to only one of the more memorable hooks on that joint.

Life is but a beach chair... Oh snap! As I was writing that, guess what song came on!?!?!  Jeez

Wiz Khalifa did this to me... My Statement, to you, Sucka!

I am a kung fu ninja

Also I am a fuck you nigga

It would be tough to be bigger than my ego

Let alone the size of me though

Too good to ball 

I took it literally when they said that it was a free throw

Mad points!

I'm bout my weed though! 

Mad joints

No tobacco, boy

You wack for it

Real recognize real 

Tell me why you lookin mad foreign

This superduper steez I have I ain't ask for it
But I bet I'm big, and I grabbed more chips

Check the weed that I pass Lauren

Maybe then you'll understand the depths of what I am

And you'll you beg to hug my hand

That's if you're a first time smoker

Goin Bats man meanwhile I am Brahms Stoker

Solving the riddles never laughing at the jokers

Fumigating on the regular

All squares reveal themselves by acting rectangular

Star spangular

But no Banner

Leave the green with me, mild mannered mothafuckas can't relax 

I'm super disaster

My mouth fast, you laugh sayin' your Coupe is faster

I ask who's to be more impressive 

The ass or the master, you bastard!
All you heard is your girl's laughter

Everybody lolkatz on yo azz sir

I can haz wordz

Ab shirt 

With a thick lisp. Subtelty is the mark of a master. Moi
(As is swift kiss)

Emotions are the mark of a bitch

My dreams are to smoke weed and get hella rich on some sand with some women where the weather's like 36
I'm King, you dumb

So tell me what it really is

Who gon' sweat and drop they balls when it's a fever pitch?
That's the reason it's mine and it's not yours
Only so few fortunate have the Force
But I pray you make it to a Porsche, young lord
While me and Life get divorced

How strange

Sitting here in agony

Watching fake wars over heart chords 

As they rage in me

It's just a fantasy

Not something rare for me

How the fuck could you day dream through gym class?

I smile

Kiss this ass

I never really say it

Now I may but, back then then I would never really wake up to shake up another motherfucker's day 

Stuff never really ever mattered

And I always loved the sound of my laughter

So irony gets served on a silver platter

With a sliver of bitter after.

Run away to Africa or something

Stop nigger! Quit frontin'! 

Sit nigga, sip something!

Don't even fuck around and say none of those dumb things

People don't really exist in those countries

But who ever really said that?

Or is this just me...

It's funny how a little boy so bright eyed

Could look like the whole sea is in his soul because he might cry

I want to hug him

Tell him I love him and it's ok little brother, they can't really tell you nothing.

Nah, fuck em 

They ain't talking 'bout nothing

Frontin' muthafuckas frontin'

Don't little kiddo, just win.

Because I love you. It's so weird how hard it is to tell somebody that you love them.

Damn life's so traumatic

Sometimes I can be so dramatic

But no one ever sees it

My seasons seem to remain so static

With practice, and a little pain 

I learned to laugh, and to play

I never really figured out pretending

Creating truth with fake friends isn't quite the same

Discussing with my future self- what was that girl's name?

Dear lord, I'm quite insane

Those folks are quite the same:

"I really like his name"

"D'Oh! he's so like his name"

Hmm The Bear, David

Peace too, all the hatred in the world can burn

Can learn

I want my tears to be mirrors for cancers

I'm a Taurus

She was a dancer, she never ever answers whatever I asked her

So I forgot her; now I'm past her

That's a little story and some lies from my past, sir

Ok, so I've been getting spotty... I admit it!
This is me being less of a chicken and scratching my pox a little.
This is me being slightly appalled at how... disgustingly poor that metaphor was...
It was a dark and stormy night...

Elipses are so good, but for subtely admitting that I don't know what to say all the time, as well as a way to be lazy. Admitting things and being lazy are both very healthy; thus, elippseses are very healthy, maybe even really healthy! As is ranting, I'm sure. Some things are healthy and you wouldn't even imagine it. Calling your parents, for example. I haven't heard my dad's voice in a while...

...

...

I'll replace those elipses when the blue moon eclipses

Not to be specific, but I'm growing something different

And I'd rather not describe the insipidness of the living

9 to 5 numbers and letters

Chill in front of better and better televisions

With a wife to fill in

That gap called a soul.

I'd rather learn a lot

And fuck a hot artist

The kind that knows a lot but will not take part in the hiphop shit I love so much

She thinks it's stupid despite being black

But she loves to fuck

Calls me a stud and throws a D at the end

Its funny the way my brawn and brains blend...

ZOOOMMMMGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (It's cool how I have learned to type my emotions like that)
That was a) off the tippy top of the dizome- free styled b) fun. Welcome back, Me :)  I hadn't written in a few days worth even writing in the first place. Well, in terms of poetry and raps, that is. I think I'll just make a new genre. R & P. Yea, bitch. Raps and poetry. ©R&P bitches. This is not a test

Sometimes you say something and it's like... Ok, that was so good I want the love for that one. So I'm explaining that shit right now. It's kinda like if I were like "so i just built an ipod, let me explain the features"

1. Elipses is two things, sort of. One, a sort of... pause for thought, or to embue some implied meaning. A trailing of sort of a feeling, like, that's all I'm gonna say, but there's more and I know you know what it is so... Secondarily, or primarily, if you're me, which I am... It's to indicate a deletion of text. Kind of like that last bit about trailing off. Example for clarity for you fools:

I like Sarah, she's very attractive. I like the way she walks and the sort of boots she wears.

I like Sarah... the way she walks...

See how it's pretty much the same shit? You can sort of fill in the blanks yourself in the second bit, even if it's not exactly what I was saying, what I did say makes my meaning clear enough.
Good! Linguistics 0.101 complete!

So that whole R&P was about elipses. the duality of it and such. And duality, or the contradiction therein (there's a more elegant word for that, but... fuck remembering things, I'm lazy.) So I said



The kind that knows a lot but will not take part in the hiphop shit I love so much
She thinks it's stupid despite being black
But she loves to fuck
Calls me a stud and throws a D at the end


Its funny the way my brawn and brains blend...

I don't really need to be, like, identical to my bitch. (I know... offensive and unnecessary. It's  a rap song, fuck you :) ) If she doesn't like rap, I'm so cool with that. Plus! not all black people like rap, which seems to be stunning to other races. Yea, it happens. That's word to the seductive melodies of Led Zepplen, I suppose. Plus! who doesn't love to fuck? Come on, now. I need that. Keep it 100% The last two lines are the two illest.
 

• Calls me a stud and throws a d at the end --> stud-d --> study!!! 

• She calls me a stud, and then she throws a D at the end She thinks I'm sexy and puts a D in an (her) end ( y'know... mechanically speaking). She loves to fuck! I love lame jokes lol. You hear the one about the Jewish guy who walked into the bar? well, needless to say, he passed; I'll fill you in on the details later.
• It's funny the way my brawn and brains blend. Ok this one's a doozy! First of all, brawn = stud, brains = d. The brains thing is pretty weak. I know, but it'll make sense in a few sentences. 
• This poem just went from being pretty 'serious' to kinda sexual and witty and playful quite fast. It's funny how I can be so serious and earnest while being playful and having sex on the brain.  
• d = brain because d = dovi = me = my mind = brain. If I seem like a dickhead English philosopher playing assholish mind games, it may be because I am one. 
• if my brain and brawn do blend, that makes study. I mean that in this way:
• My brain + brawn = study. Or more accurately and less poetically, brain and brawn together make for the correct formula for study. If you combine both your body and your mind as much as possible, you will be more successful. I swear, go read a book! while walking ...

 The elipses thing works like this: it has nothing to do with all that ^ It's about... I think that as a pience of punctuation it will soon the elipses will be the new question mark. I don't know why I feel this way, beside my own egotistical will that my own slightly lazy writing habits be vindicated once again (when I was a kid I wondered why things like l8er didn't exist. I should have got a trademark or something...) A lot of ideas get left hanging ... I don't bother tying them up because I know you'll get it and save me the energy of that extra expression. Thanks for having my back, and I promise as long as you're my big homie, I'll never ellipse you. I may make you some Elipton chicken noodle soup though. You can figure out what the fuck that means for both of us...

Hmmm...

If People Could Be Slam Dunks, She'd Be A 3 Pointer

So I took a week off. Fuck you!

No, not fuck you, that was a joke, but seriously, though, I have a hard time with people that don't relax. S chill out. Plus, I know you don't even exist yet, so it was really only a wait on my end: when will I be able to read whatever new and riveting post my online altered ego puts up !?!?!?! THE SUSPENSE! Like waiting on the world to change, or for a new John Mayer album. Or pretty much anything else which may or may not happen that you vaguely give a fuck about.

The less you care, the less you get bothered. No disappointment has ever occurred to someone who didn't care. Apathy is neutrality, whatever the opposite of apathy is must therefore be everything on either side of 0. I guess it's kinda like how black and white are opposites, and white is the purity of colour, and black is a big mix of every single colour possible. When you look at my face, what do you see?

Ok, so I know you're waiting for some sort of point. Some cohesive phrase to turn this from rambling to rumbling, and then hopefully a recap at the end to turn that rumbling into... mumbling? I dunno! Ok well the point is this: chill more often. I take breaks from literally everything. I eat very healthily, so sometimes I pig out on trash, just so that I can see the other side. I try to keep my weekends as relaxed as possible. The week is fuckin stressful enough as it is, and it begins tomorrow! Oh no! Better take a nap and try to recover. Even avoiding this lil blog of ours (mine) was my way of keeping it fresh. No one really cares about some lame that sits online posting every single thing they ever think! Gotta live! Gotta refine those thoughts! Gotta figure out if you really even think that way anymore. I did a post a looooong time ago (like, 42 posts back or something) about boys and girls' behaviour. Boys, please be, for the most part, boys, and girls, stay doing what your doing in that kitchen! (Or office, bedroom, subway, gym, washroom, hospital, heaven, New Jersey (although I do have to, as a good and honest man, advise you to stop whatever you're doing in Jersey, unless that involves running, cabbing, flying, fuckin swimming the hell out of there! If you're in a meeting right now your excuse is that you have are secretly Wonderwoman and that you have just received a telekinetic message from Professor X. Anyone who sees what's wrong with that statement is probably infatuated with your female-ness enough that they will just faint the second you say that. It'll be funny.) I kinda wrote it wrong, but I won't change it because the thoughts behind that post are still good. I agree with what I wrote, just not with what I wrote. See?

Now go figure out what you agree with! See you in a week :)