Viva la Rebellion
My inner child sits on the curb of the culdesac of my mind. Legs crossed, arms stretched out, gazing at the vision of prosperity that both haunted and comforted me since I can remember. A vision that was birthed the moment I learned how to form an original thought. Dreaming of the day when she would grow big enough to will her vision into reality.
It always seems impossible Until it’s done Until the lies that seem so real send shockwaves through the world Until the best do-in the worst of them And the meek outshine the proud
After thousands of years of nonstop horsebobble and all they had to do was read a damn book. GOD… I gotta do everything. Sigh… Anyhoo… In my spare time, while I’m not interning or wallowing in self pity, I been poring through Scripture to write some Scripture about the authority of man. All of this ‘taking shit out of context’ bullshit is over.
Authority is like a pusstulating zit
Waiting to explode
Starts off as an infection just under the skin
Then grows in size like the penal code
I got the keys to The Kingdom
Waiting for the right time to click the handle
West to the Eastside
Fear no wrong
We gon kick the anthem
Feel me on the get down
Nic nac patty wac give my dogs a real stack
In the battle ground
Seen on top
Don’t get no louder now
Hands on the hot sauce
Who you gon call when you flip the boss off?
I’m working on my first post about the Scriptures titled, “The Church and the State are Prophesied to Ruin,” and my once overwhelming passion for Scripture is flooding back into every orifice of my being. At one point in life, I was obsessed with Scripture, poring through every book, connecting the puzzle pieces into one mindblowingly prophetic epiphany.
Good evening my fellow rebels. Are you ready for the return of the boomerang? I been waiting for this moment for all my life. And I can feel it coming like a beautiful disaster.
It’s been a year since I left Connecticut after getting kicked out of the sober house. I’ve made a lot of progress in terms of reclaiming my mental stability, but I still have more work to do.
While I was In my addiction I had so much I wanted to prove. But all I could do was get drunk, word vomit on Twatter, and complain complain complain about this world full of morons. Meanwhile, if I wasn’t being such a moron I might have been able to prove my point. I rather chose to get mad every time some idiot regurgitated the lies they were fed, and I would use that as an excuse to get drunk and act a fool. It was a sicknesss.
Filthy bums
Worthless incompetent swine
Didn’t yo Mamas ever tell you not to shit where you eat?
Ohhhh I can’t take it
I’m going out of my mind
The whole world is full of bums
Lazy fucks of every kind
Fighting over boxes
Doing their dirt in the voting line
Voting for a king is the sum of all fears…
Immigration
Pesticides
Prices rising
Birth control
But in the end of four years the fears come back to haunt you…
I rarely listen to music on purpose. Anytime I do listen is because other people are listening to it. Sometimes I try to listen to music then I get annoyed and end up listening to Eminem. For some reason he’s the only one I can tolerate. His voice is like cock to my ear pussy.
