observation.

every human individual is an endangered species, the trick is getting someone else to care about it.

casi, casi.

one, i love that movie. two, this post has nothing to do with that movie.

so uh, yea...Almost Famous is getting closer and closer to completion...I've got a few more solo tracks to write, and some collab tracks that are waiting to be completed by the other artists on them. i just did a track over the Black Republican instrumental called Black Anarchist and it's gonna have this cat named Willie Blak on it and it's gonna be hot. lol, i love the intro more than the my actual verse. you'll know what i'm talkin about when you hear it.

lol, i'm not even finished with this tape and i'm already making plans for my next one. it's gonna be called "The Conspiracy Theories EP" and i'm hoping that mi primo will be interested in drawing the cover for me (HINT HINT!!! text me when/if you read this. it's like 3 a.m. now so i'm guessing ur asleep. idk). it's not gonna be all super political/conspiratory, but it's gonna have that overlying tone about it. should be pretty cool.


i'm debating on whether or not i should do somethin over a looped Love Lockdown beat. i'd probably be singing low and off-key purposely and gettin emo all over it, just to take a stylistic detour from my normal lyrical expeditions. (whoa, i like that last sentence). idk, maybe i'll get inspired. man, i wisht this kid Teck would make me a beat. i wanna sample Gary Jules's Mad World and WRECK IT. oh well...

alright well, i'm tired. i've got more tracks to record tomorrow, hopefully. gonna hit the sack in a minute.


Outty 5000.....and 1.

i'm so.

i love how the way i act or the music i play strikes people as odd. it never fails to appall me that people can be so narrow-minded. i'm not saying ti'm the most open-minded guy out there, but i'm certainly not like these people. it's kind of sad. the school i go to is full of gucci mane-loving, lil wayne dick-riding, hip-hop/r&b stereotypical niggers. it's crazy how they're so quick to rule out anything different. fall out boy? "gay...", linkin park? "emo..."(wtf), sowelu? "nigga don't nobody listen to no gotdamn japanese music...'fuck outta here..."....i could go on for days, that's pretty much the whole gist of it. the same thing goes for anything in any other genre that strays outside of the ever-narrowing constraints of the status quo. but you now what? all of that is totally Pork and Beans to me...i.e. "i don't give a hoot about what you think" y'dig?



Weezer rules

Outty. 5k.

disgruntled.

i hate those rare days when i walk into the house from school to see my cousin there. it's not the fact that she's here, it's that when she's here she eats continuously and it's usually just the stuff i like. it's like having a stray dog in your territory, doesn't work. always wantin to use my pc and my mom's stuff. lol, i don't use her stuff or eat her food when i go over there. i don't lay all over her mom's bed either. wow, prime example, i just went downstairs and what do i see? that greedy goblin pullin my cookies out the fridge. noooo dammit. put 'em back....shit....lol, it irks me how she just comes in like she lives here, like my territory's being invaded. and she complains cuz her mom's a health nut and they don't have cookies there. b***h so?! lol, i love her to death though. that's family. she just need to stay out my kitchen. and stop answering the phone like she lives here. lol, i don't like it.

so i just got off the phone with aunt shorty.

and she says that my voice sounds like my cousin chris's. kinda weird cuz chris sounds like a hispanic michael jackson (completely devoid of any pedophilic intentions, of course), and i don't. just sayin.

Lames Make Me Sick!!!!!

yea this is the debut solo mixtape from my homie Dutch (www.myspace.com/gbdutch). this shit right here? this shit right here nigga? this shit is FLAMERZ (so much that i had to break out the 'z').

listennnn!!!! and check out that #2 track...that KvnTheTruth kid went in....wonder why he ain't signed yet

wtf mtv?

totally gypped lupe on that performance.

re-entry.

So, it's been about 16 hours since my last angry, spur-of-the-moment entry, and i must say that i feel LOADS better. this post has got to be proof that music has healing properties. i just kinda laid there with my head by my speakers, letting the music pound my turbulent thoughts into submission as lauryn hill, patrick stump, andrea bocelli, donnie mcclurkin, and various other artists did their share of damage to my eardrums.

i think i'm gonna head to the movies tomorrow. Bangkok Dangerous and Tropic Thunder both look promising. i think i'm gonna walk too. it's only five miles, and i like singing out loud along the way. it's peaceful. maybe i'll stop by starbucks too, haven't been in a while. hm, on second thought, maybe i'll go today. i'll have to check the weather first. last time i walked i damn near died of heat stroke. it was for Pineapple Express though, definitely worth it. let's see... it is 11:31. im gonna eat cereal. cheerios. wizard.

Boats -N- Hoes!

out.

fuck it. i'm done. shuttin it down, etc...how about some good shit? i just got a new hat. that's what matters. my new hat. nothing else. i fucking love this hat. FUCK. fuck the teen angst shit. gets me FUCKING NOWHERE. i can mope and hope readers'll empathize, or i can just assess the situation, take reality for what it is, adapt, and move. the. fuck. on. lol, i'm kind of heated, mentally, if you can't tell. too many thoughts and ideas and feelings and shit flying around and crashing and confusing the shit out of me and what i want. i think i'm starting to lose my grip on things. not just that one facet i've spent time on recently. other parts too. shit's just falling apart. the mask almost came off today. that never happens. i see how okonwo felt before he...y'know. don't worry, i'm never doing that. what i am going to do is blast my music until i'm temporarily deaf. it's a coping mechanism. never fails.



hope i don't OD on tylenol...my head is POUNDING.


really, i love this hat.

duele.

i had a dream that i went to school, said all of the right things to Her (dreamed of her, not ----, uh-oh), and it all worked out nicely. i was happy. like, ridiculously happy. content. then i woke up. it was odd because i didn't realize that what i'd mistaken for real happiness was nothing but a falsified projection cast upon me by my mind during R.E.M. sleep. it was odd, i assessed the situation, realized that i was nowhere near as happy as i was when i was asleep, and kinda sank into the couch/depression. it's like asleep, i had everything; awake, nothing. i feel like i lost something, but in reality i'm lamenting over a false memory. geez, i'm sad (two meanings to that one). i've gotta focus on some stuff that's going positive right now, i'm gettin all emo. really though, this facet of my life SUCKS.




Lost One.