Monday, August 31, 2009

bad or bust. and yes mr. cocker...with a little help from my friends.

generally, when i see an attractive woman, i think about her for days after because i now i love her.
and by attractive, i'm scraping up everything from boss 7's through smooth 8's all the way to The Tops, which will take you clean to The End, which is where exactly you find the elusive 10's. and this isn't all about looks. it aint half about looks.

glamour is an easy spell. it doesn't cast well on me.

this summer for instance, it has happened 4 times. love cuatro. every time. i remember their names because i've been waiting my whole life to hear them. each one.

i remember every time, and every face, and everytime i do, it brings joy. and i used joy instead happiness, because joy is big enough to hold awe and amazmement, whereas happiness wasn't built to tote that freight.

now, i gotta have that. now that i have seen it and got it's scent, i gotta have that. cause those are feelings i could have for the rest of my life and i have won. that's the goal, cause everything stems from it. family, bread...
top down, kick up chillin, you dig? nothing makes the grind worth it than a stone cold fox. nigga will lay railroad track with toothpicks and hammers if he can get one.

my homeboys will help. and i'll help them. that's the square biz.
i'm done.