hows that touch ya

I'M NOT ONE WHO USUALLY COMPLAINS, but as of lately i have endured my share of stress and negativity- so forgive me while i vent
for starters, i hate the dairy industry -everyone but the cows, and even them i aint so fond of. i hate the beauracracy of student loans as well as the word bearu- you know.
i do not like husky homeless man on a hot summer day trying to give a pound- dude not going to shake your hand, and you are not starving. i do not like lying obnoxious hookers(you know your names) or decietfull slumlords. i am not fond of the smell of cats or hippies wearing patchouli
i don't like paying bills or dealing with the asholes who somehow always fudge our sprint plan(you know your name too)
i don't like being ingnored or having someone roll their eyes at me and i hate sounding like my dad
i hate pale ale unless it is 10%- and even then it aint the flavor
i loath work and miss school and hate the fact that im to blame

and with that i bid you adu
i hate the word adu

back

so girlz and guys i know it dont matter but my pockitz got fatter and i still cant type
i miss cincinnatio so much that i hang gold star chili wrappers in my room
syke (is that old, syke)
any way
i got pay but not enough for what i do is that a common complaint

honestlty- i don't care what you used to work for this is 2005
i love the working class and ill be here all fucking night

IDEOL OGS

old friend helping move
still running from the man aren't you like forty
trying not to be judmental

gave a pitbull to a drunk
thought hed be good to it he beats it
try not to be judmental

dont know what to think

late night smoky napalm cherries drop from the ceiling eighteen million days straight of work is this insomnia-no wait, ive seen that movie what happens in this blog stays in this blog- anywho,
definately sleepdeprived BAd walls BoWiNg in and outt- people's voices changing pitch mid-sentance, unknowingly reekink o jack and dizl in the morning, rambling on and on how much can the human pschyce take.

a soft warm touch on my shoulder small kisses raise neck hairs
we watch them laying there quietly brother and sister so much alike

need to rage go i ng
day 18million and one wont be so bad

small graces

isn't it amazing how everyday we're put into positions and/or cicumstances that create and mold who we are and what we are to become. based in goodness and redemption, (and the occasional help of other good spirits), one can climb from hell and ascend to the highest of peaks in a drop of time. thanxs to all yall in my corner and the love of G- george y weazy