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Tuesday, 05 January 2010

  • Chyeah!

    This is probably one of my truer blogs that's just gonna be filled with real talk instead of dick and fart jokes, so here goes very little. I'm really tryin to get my thoughts outta my head so I can make a void to fill up with more thoughts.

    As I was drifting off to sleep for the 2nd time last night (Don't get me started on the first time :furious:), I realized how much I've changed in the past 2 years. Flashback to when I was 17 going on 18, senior in high school, addicted to a whole mess of prescription meds, and in general I was stress free. I was writing a lot, raps, stories, whatever. My english teacher LOL'ed on my notebook all the damn time. This was certainly the life. I read it about 6 months ago and I made myself laugh. I lost it since then, but it was always filled with random crap.

    Everyone around me was all sorts of stressed out, but I was drama free. I loved every minute of it. People that REALLY knew me (Ryan.. Ok so it wasn't people) knew that I worried about EVERYTHING, but I was un-phased at this time period. My up's and down's with life didn't start until I met Olivia. DUN DUN DUN. I was doing pretty bad after my high school life, mainly because I was failing at hanging out with old friends and just drifting away (like my favorite color blinded teddy bear Corey), so I had to fill the people void by meeting womens.

    Olivia was cool, quiet, but she knew how to carry a conversation. She knew about how I got very nervous, she knew I freaked out a lot by little things about me (Oh no I have a zit! Did my mantitties grow?!) but she pushed onward in getting me out of my shell.

    Fast forward a few months, I met all her friends, they loved me (what's not to love??) and I really was super happy, even happier than I had been before HS ended. But unfortunately, what I learned from all this was that this happiness was depended on how cool Olivia was.

    It took me over a year to realize that. Before Olivia, I was truly at a constant state of "pleased". I was never upset, never really really happy. I enjoyed my life, living in my bubble. I think when I left the security of my life, I really exposed my emotions on how I feel.

    In all honesty, I miss my bubble. I've raised my expectations from this world too much. I don't take interest in what "normal" people my age do. Getting fucked up, working on cars, taking pride in my work, getting laid, having nice things; it doesn't do much for me. Off of my favorite new TV show "Community", I'm the character Abed. He's a middle Eastern (ok I'm not identical) college student who is perfectly satisfied with his life, as long as he has TV and cereal.

    That's not to say I don't have goals, its just to say I'm very easy to please. The last week was my wake up call. Last night I reached that feeling. I'm completely happy now. It is as if since Olivia there's been a clamp on my heart where I can't be happy unless everyone was happy. I don't care now. Maybe that's the feeling of being completely over someone. Maybe I just stopped caring for others. I don't know. I want to make people happy still, but if you're going to be miserable then I'm fine with leaving (that's directed at you Josh, I see your depressy statuses).

    Am I not #1 in anyone's life, I don't care anymore. I can go back to the way I used to be. I can go back to writing more. I can go back to listening to music, learning about human nature, and learning how to be funny. Those were my passions. I can give 2 shits (no more because I get constipated) about anything else. I'm not trying to be a douche, and I wasn't before. But now... I just feel like I can go back to the way things were.

    The lyrics that will always be my favorite, from my favorite artist (Aceyalone, motherfuckers), are
    "The more I look around the more it hurts
    I quiety go berserk when I work
    Hoping to find that part of my mind
    That's mostly confined and blind
    Yes pure and refined
    Untampered with time
    Subliminal sublime
    The criminal's crime
    I reach and climb
    I keep it refined I speak and I grind away"


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    I need to put more swagger in my stagger. Thanks for that quote Ryan.

Wednesday, 30 December 2009

  • Wanna piss me off? Here's a quick guide to doing so

    I'm in a very eloquent writing mood at this moment, so here goes my writing. I got a word of the day calendar. Can you guess today's word? It was "moment".

    1. One word text replies
    "Lol" is the main offender here. I've found that most people who say lol do not truly laugh out loud. Demetri Martin says LQTM, or "Laughs Quietly To Myself". But this isn't my main concern. -camera changes to another angle-
    -I quickly look at new camera-
    I don't give a shit about how hilarious I am (Hint: Very hilarious), I give a shit at your thoughts and feelings on what I said. If I said that I'm gonna go out in my pajama pants and live my life Big Lebowski style then I want to hear your fashion consultation. Not that you are amused at my questionable life choices. Speaking of questionable choices...

    2. Pouring cereal and realizing there's no milk left
    Yeah, I'm a victim of this one. Usually about twice a month. I get a craving for some nice cereal. I pour my Fruit Loops/Apple Jacks mix in there (Its a circular delight), and then I open the fridge door to my dismay of there being no milk, or just a sliver of it, but clearly not enough for my food. It is ever so disappointing. It is as if Frodo got to Mordor, but forgot to take the ring. And I feel like all those poor elves and dwarves and other mythical creatures fought and died for me to make my cereal and I forgot my ring. This is why I'll never buy jewlery.

    3. People who talk in theatres
    Recently I went to the movies with a now ex-girlfriend (unrelated incident), and we watched a Christmas Carol. Throughout the entire show, a mexican group (I would say family but there was only 5 of them and that simply can't be the whole family) were sitting there talking in spanish the entire time. Now I'm okay with the occasional comment about the flick and whatnot, but when you have to translate the entire movie or whatever it was then maybe you should wait for the spanish version to come out on telemundo.

    4. Indecisiveness
    This pissed me off for awhile because I couldn't decide what to write. Then I realized I was angry, so I get to write about angry things. And in a way, I love indecisiveness because it gave me an idea. Love/Hate relationships are exciting.

    5. Bitches/tricks/hoes
    As the famous Doug Benson used to say when referring to bitchy women, "I don't like to use the C word... But you're a cock." This sums up my feelings towards these type of females.

    Another astute scholar, going by the name Ice Cube had this to say on the subject,

    "Now the title bitch, don't apply to all women,
    but all women have a little bitch in them."

    Well put! As you can see I've cleared my research quota already! I'm still gonna use the works cited page to wipe my ass, however.

    6. Dudes/dicks/assholes
    I am a dick mostly. But I can be a real softy. I don't have much else to say about this. People whom are assholes all the time can be really annoying. I like nice people. They laugh at my jokes and compliment my pajamas.

    7. GOD DAMN YOU INDECISVENESS.
    I can't figure out a 7th thing! :(

Monday, 09 November 2009

  • CVE-Dick in the Dirt

    Riddlore:
    Nigga find your dick in the dirt!
    Vibe catcher, catch a stretcher, for who can handle the pressure
    Measure, to some theres a greater treasure holdin chest for the jewels
    Riddlore never just a fool, no question in a G, a question marks they don't question me
    You're colliding with destiny, on this illa beat
    From the back streets of Leimart Park Village
    Dealing with these fools coming to pillage
    Strike lightening to stop you from stealing this
    Most chillenest villainest, peelin and killing his
    Cap the same rapper, but I move the stage and sleep
    Narcolepsy keeps me so unlogged, making Z's because your freestyle's free
    The crowd starts to leave, when you freeze
    I pick up and breath, rhymes that retrieve the people back from the door
    Quicker than a Labrador, to see me conflict with your bullshit like a matador
    You're not a battler, shouldn've played with a short uh no ok corral with the style
    Like the fellowship we'll never fall the fuck off, we promise no way no how.

    NgaFsh:

    Look at these MCs, catch they ride and shake their bait
    Tryna grab this way
    But youll'll never nab this next new nautical nephew known as NgaFsh Filet
    The bottom of the moderate day is where I play
    Up on dry land, LA
    Where a young nigga stay, Niggas from around my way don't play though
    You squished and treated like Play-Dough, and get put back into a little yellow can
    Fish therefore I am, and this is another awkward aqua boogey jam
    Kick your feet and do the robot, fo sho, let me see what your ass got
    You ain't nothin but a mascot, a cheerleader, give your ass what the last guy got
    Harpoon pack, one crash through your body and your body hit the glass,
    Real slow, you fall through the door, you hit the floor now that's your ass!
    Its the postman!

    (change voice)
    Word up nigga, this is Afterlife, Project Blowed, the itty bitty psycho mike
    Stepping up coming hella tight, what you want nigga a right? what you want nigga a left?
    I don't play I step on your face, then I take this base
    Nigga I punch you in your eye, Nigga what you wanna do? You wanna die?
    You snare off a high hat?
    Nigga I don't play that
    Nigga we can go way back
    Put you on 4-track
    Serve nigga, and peel out on the curb
    With your punk ass, nigga what you wanna do hit the glass?
    You better put that shit in neutral, you goin too slow!
    Nigga you can't get that flow, when it comes down to Project Blowed
    Always ready to take this toll, nigga I'm taking your soul
    Nigga what? Now your ass gotta get cut

Monday, 26 October 2009

  • Aceyalone-Wake Up Show (Radio Freestyle)

    DJ: Well who's next up on the mic?
    Aceyalone:

    Well I'm up I'm about to erupt
    I deducted all this time
    Just to blow your mind
    Understand when I unwind
    I signed it, dot line, dot com
    These MCs I drop the bomb
    I manifested. Grab the mic and requested
    I digested and investigated I sure hate it
    Just watch what you talkin' about. Watch what you saying
    I ain't playing. I grab the microphone and keep them swaying
    Taking, these MCs, are shaken, they're getting checked and wrecked
    Manifesting pulling cards all out the deck
    Take the bottom one. Its the Ace I got 'em one
    I shoot 'em, and shot 'em one and plot 'em some
    And I make sure all of them dust.. Dawn. From dusk to dawn.
    I come and turn all the MC to dust whenever he will bust
    Manifest turn his whole crew into slush.
    These MCs need a douche. or dush. I grab the microphone and bush (laughs)
    Plus. Give you much more, than you ever ask for, hardcore, softcore
    You want more? I'm the warrior, rip and rape and tore
    Rap. This will wrap around my little finger.
    I'm a swinger, swing around vine to vine and rhyme for rhyme
    I turn water into wine. These MCs don't really wanna shine
    I climb around my own mountain. They turn the mountain into a molehill
    But I got more skill. Plus I built the stairs. Plus I manifested everywhere out there
    And still bless the microphone, who dares... to step up against this?
    The apprentice. To grab the microphone and come with the relentlessness
    Witness this. This MC is the wicked style, kick it, these styles drifted off a boat with no paddle
    When I battle you, saddle up, and ride off into the sunset, one bet.
    One money. Placed. A rapper erased. One taste. One MC who faced the facts the Ace raps, tracks torn
    These MCs are reborn and reformed, way outta the norm
    My style swarms down like bee's.
    To kill all these MCs, of course I do. Of course the source is within me not you.
    Do you understand who. Is telling you this? I'm selling you this. This is no bull, Pull the wool over my eyes why don't you? Won't you.
    Don't ever try, ever in your wildest dreams try to come against the stylest supreme.
    Aceyalone the lean. Scheme. Team. MCs dream to be this competitive, let it live, then let it die
    All in the wink of an eye I blink fire off the top of the mind. I can sky hook dunk, freak the funk, and take a big fat healthy chunk
    Now, tell me what you want. Nuttthin. He's just bluffin. Stuffin some bull. Shucking his cigar and he won't get that far
    Because I got a radar that'll catch you and snatch you up out the ground, now tell me how that sound
    And I'll soar through the air. Roar and snatch you from the floor
    These MCs tryin to come right through that door
    But uh uhh, get pushed back, get mushed back, smashed back, crash that rapper against the wall
    He falls, huh, all balls didn't and they don't, don't you won't. Try. This rapper. This guy. This flyyy poet.
    Don't you know it? Fo sho I show it. I grab the microphone and blow it.
    And then I blow it up, throw it. I planted TNT around the room, so when I leave everything goes ka-boom
    These MCs, feel their doom, they meet their maker. I'm not a perpetrator. I'm not a faker.
    So don't ever test this, or try to manifest this, I digest this
    This this this. This is..(others laughing in background)..Real

    DJ: We just getting warmed up

Saturday, 26 September 2009

  • Calling out all the men and lesbians in the world

    Haven't you boys and manly girls in the world ever want to tap some nice virgin pussy? I have a cute blondie right in my own work that is looking for some ass. This person goes to the bar almost every weekend, gets some numbers, but overall never has sex. If the right person were to come along (read as: desperate), who knows what could happen ;). So who is the sexy devil I'm talking about?

    His name is Mike*, and at this point he's been on the market so long that the owner is accepting credit cards, checks, and fat people.

    Background is, Mike has been single** for about 6 months now, and has been actively looking for new chicks. He's been to bars, he's been to dating sites, horny match sites, STD match sites, and at this point I'm pretty sure he's willing to get an STD if he found a horny girl. Who cares about getting gonorrhea, right? A little burn every now and then, he'll probably save money on those special cock-rings that heat up.

    Now Mike is not a loser, a dork, a geek, a nerd, a fattie, an asshole, a dickhead, or a social retard. When at parties or bars, he goes around, mingles, talks to a lot of people. He works out almost weekly, stays in shape, plays golf, stays mostly groomed, and has even fake baked on occasion, he's practically a metrosexual. You're probably asking yourself, "But Travis, your words have once again made me wet in the panties, but this time thinking about another man. Obviously I'm not as turned as normal, but maybe he's too good for me or any other bar floozie."

    WRONG.

    Mike is a pussy! Apparently his wife was a bad lay and made him forget what sex felt like after all those years because he is willing to give up NOTHING for it. A year ago, he'd pack his balls up in a nice little purse for his wife to carry around, but she must have taken that with her when he kicked her out (probably the manliest thing he's done his whole life). So now, he's afraid to even push for sex, or dates, or even to see these bitches again! What happened?

    He spends his whole time thinking about consequences, and not even the good ones! Like, "Will I make babies?" Or, "Is this chick going to cut a hole in my condom so that I make babies?" INSTEAD, he chooses to think about, "I wonder what my sister-in-law will think! Or my friends!" NEWSFLASH: If they aren't giving you sexual favors, you have a right to go out there and get some from other people. If Tab---err, Jessica, wants to give you shit for getting your dick wet, then pull your fucking pants down, whip out your moan-maker, and tell her, "Well here it is, ho, time to prove if you're any better." And if she isn't, then go back to the one that was pissing her off. If a > b then fuck a. FUCK A MICHAEL. FUCKING A!

    So yeah, let me know if you are into his emo-ness. I'm sure that are ladies out there that prefer pussy over a dick like me.

    *Fake name to avoid embarrassment for him
    **He's still technically married but he is going so fucking slow to get his wife to sign the papers