Ending Relationships

Sales pitch. Closing loop. It's all the same sh1t, I've done it before been trained to do it and yet I turn away from it. The end is here, there's no doubt about that. Under the heaviest realization that I'm about... I don't know whatever is small enough in space and amount to make sense of a burned down short fuse away from exclaiming the nail in the coffin with my mouth. Yikes...


Fuck all you dishonest b1tches too. When people lie, it doesn't make me mad or upset. It just confuses the sh1t out of me. The phenomenon is that we ALL do it, but you have to take close notice as to why your doing it in the 1st place. Okay...

Moving away from that because it's going to be mistaken for me calling b1tches b1tches, and not the message behind it. I'm unsure, was there 1? B1tches.... I have a newfound respect for girls in the hood. Just a whole other level of admiration. I don't know what's more of a revelation, me talking about having RESPECT for girls in the hood, or me actually having my ass in the hood. SMH I love it though, take in all aspects of the area you inhabit and you may come away with newfound knowledge.

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Dummy.


Funny how nothing involving money remains that way for long. EVER. I'm used to it you dumb b1tches, give me lent to walk around with and I'll be okay. Not to be like I don't need money blah blah, that's crazy of course I NEED money, but I don't want for that sh1t ever. Having it brings me closer to things I should and shouldn't do, so it's a moral paradox. A standstill of good and evil. I'd like to think I've done a fairly good job of balancing the two. At least making it respectful for the good guys.

*Shrugs*

I'm a 'whateveryoucallit' and I can look at MOST of my failures especially recently knowing I went all in. That's why you'd be hard pressed to find me whining and crying over the milk on the floor. I've given all the energy I had, and unfortunately when you come to realizations like that it makes turning your back a f*cking cake walk.

B1tches think I talk out my neck, while those I respect know I'm coming straight from experience. You know how many friends I lost this year? You know how many of those people I dead*ss thought would be with me in the future raising babies together? It's that real, and maybe because of that, it's that disillusioned from the truth.

I won't sit here and act as if I've had the strongest grasp on YA'LL reality, but I know I transcend both worlds so if I'm talking out my ass then it's grab a gas mask. That stance wont't change. Change will alter stances but come on, that stance won't change.



... But yo money changes people. Excuse me. B1tches.




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Want more?

bob my head away from your jab your little knuckles sting I've been hit before nothing like pain to teach your ass when to hit the floor but this training's endured because the get back justified the reward unlikely way of saying/asking 'you all in or not' I wanted more or to be done for. If it's war play it out don't conform the enemies already touchdown if anything open your mouth now's the time to be what you speak about, you talking a house a car a family with a big bank account. Yet all it took was a look at the front line all the talk got shutdown. As profound as my thoughts are my actions rough up my edges I kept it a secret but now being lost and hedging pedestrians creating a wedge in between what we're supposed to grow into being, and all I get is ' probably go talk shit on your blog' well it's sh1t! no wonder no wongas tried to plunger my ass. No gas straight sucking and THEY WONDER why I'm mad? I got a whole lot of hate that you all could've had, but I was stuck thinking on how you would feel. Trust me you DON'T KNOW THIS FUCKING DRILL. I'm sitting sinking into my pill trying chill but honestly I'm getting filled with some 'go feel' shit. Like 'go feel' how a month or 2 out the blue would do you. I just got back from the last trip I tripped and dropped my glasses and now I can't see past this insistent bloodsucking tick on my dick. Graphic for the sake of being potentially drafted as some1 who'd stick their neck out longer than a giraffe's is just to show my passion. Crazy I feel like behind the curtains your little clinical ass is laughing, but it's cool... When I chill, it's hard to guess my mood. Come off different a completely new dude and I'm turning on the world because the world turned clues and spun rules away from crews on blocks and avenues that believed there was no limit for something like altitude. I don't know what I know, I just know what I see when I close my eyes or don't it's clear in front of me. Visions of my past flashes of words a dash of hope and a pasture of pain all things my mind grazes over before my 1st waking minute of each day is even over. I feeling you but I'm filled up. Tipping over. It's weird cause I'll communicate like every single breath I take I'm Dexter, part of me's fake and it goes ignored until its too late I'm on the boat bodies in the lake. Or beach river wherever he takes them you get my point, It's as sharp as medically safe for to be so close to and not use. Diagnosing illnesses because I feel in my mind these things are true. I'm gonna die playing basketball or die doing something with you. Not a wish another vision. I'm living when my ears listen.





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Terminally

ill.







It's a silent film with a great story.



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No1 recognizes when sh1t is serious. *shrugs*






*sighs*








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Abuse

"i spent my last penny fixing your mistake, and you didn't ask me anything"


There comes a time when you will reach your breaking point concerning your involvement with others. It's quite literally inevitable and even more normal. It all more or less goes back to human nature. The question is when one or the other stops responding what do you do next?

Here's a great example: Take 2 kids. 1's a bully the other is a normal kid. The Bully punches the kid in the arm causing him to cry out in pain, until eventually he sat sobbing in the same spot emotionally distraught and confused. The bully however, laughs and gains great pleasure in the results of his actions.

You see the bully knows that by putting out specific energy he can create specific reactions. Poke the kid watch him cry type sh1t. However once the kid learns that the reaction is what bully is really after, the entire dynamics of the game change.

When the kid is poked/punched/touched he no longer cries, but instead laughs. This angers and confuses the bully who now has no clue what to do to get a reaction out of the kid. The result ends up being an overly frustrated jumping from action to action in hopes to receive a REaction.

Learn that, and it's very likely you'll be able to encounter the majority of the problems that arise in people.


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aCT iF

my axis revolves around praxis.



or because..



*Talkin bout*



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RoadTrips

I never wanted to take, but you'll back me into a corner expecting me to wait. I need to move just when I'm ready to. True steadily declining from the mindset I set out to find. Reminding myself its not time to die yet with what I have left I'll cry my tears out before I take my next step, or my last breath. Freedom in death.







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Why Consult Me?

seems like every day I'm waiting on patience to kick in providing my temper's landing with cushion but every day past is a day I lose heart for looking and I'm taken back to a place where everybody's pushing With a fuse as short as mine I just need to drift away but I'm sincerely afraid I won't make it back a few naked laps around my thoughts and the process has me feeling trapped I need rhythm snares and hand claps something holy word to the Molly, but my body cant handle that. A substance to escape or a huge risk to take honestly hindsight is the only time I review mistakes when owning the moment I'm in it all outside factors get ended splendor's finished by hindering infants.






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