The Pain Of Success

DeMy doesn't live here anymore...

2011-09-08T13:07:00.000-07:00

I just dropped the keys off with Blogger and have moved to a new address. Why? I don't know. I hope the full "5" followers ( I am one of them) that follow my blog will be so kind to visit my new page.
I am also asking to tell me what you did like about this page, so I can incorporate it in my new joint.

click below to find a work in progress...

http://thepainofsuccess.tumblr.com/

12 Roses

2011-09-02T10:06:00.000-07:00

I made this beat like 2 years ago. I wrote to it but never recorded. Its probably ready. The wack backstory is that Pete Rock sampled this too and gave it to Kanye. That inturn became "The Joy". No BS, I l kinda like mine better. The sweeping violins and clap. DeMy still got it...

12 roses by Sev DeMy

Coming soon to US Weekly

2011-08-15T17:52:00.000-07:00

so many fits, its like a tantrum

2011-08-15T15:02:00.000-07:00

#anotherdayanotheroutfit

Across the pond...

2011-08-15T14:34:00.001-07:00

#swag

2011-08-12T15:28:00.000-07:00

#everthingispurple

Woke up to more bullsh*t...

2011-08-12T10:37:00.000-07:00

"Earlier last week, Polo Ralph Lauren decided to drop the 'Polo' from its brand name. The designer, Ralph Lauren, named his original line 'Polo' in 1972. As the brand continues to grow worldwide, it wants to clear up confusion between the Polo brand, the sport, and the collared shirt that tennis players started wearing in the '20s. "
#pissed #WTF
This is like telling the Smurfs, the color Blue has been canceled...

Yukmouth...

2011-08-11T17:15:00.000-07:00

2011-08-11T17:12:00.000-07:00

My summer had events equal to your whole life
days with no seatbelts, I had to hold tight
maybe I should email people that I never even responded to
just to say "bottoms up to the bottom, now I'm on top of you"
add me on facebook and check out all the cheeks we kissed
follow me on twitter and check out all the shit you missed
I never drank a beer from the same country I was sitting in
running circles around squares, I was never good at fitting in
giving away shit I should have gone to get fitted in
delete button broke just as I was admitting sin
and that sucks
black tux and I'm wearing a t-shirt, you wack fucks
this is a beautiful woman, and thats sluts (over there)
one is well-rounded and one just has a flat butt (know the difference)
I think I'm smart, I use big phrases
I'm bringing it all, I'll need big cases
but they not moving fast enough, show the big faces

Watch the Throne...

2011-08-11T16:29:00.000-07:00

#retrosuperfuture

2011-08-11T16:27:00.000-07:00

2011-08-10T15:47:00.000-07:00

Hip....Hop

2011-07-30T04:08:00.001-07:00

I'm working...please do not disturb

July's 2nd

2011-07-17T23:23:00.000-07:00

#2 Ladies & Gentlemen...drumroll

2011-07-17T05:32:00.000-07:00

Nurse gives the top 5 regrets folks have on their deathbed

#2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.

This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children’s youth and their partner’s companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.

By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.

Stay hydrated

2011-07-17T03:17:00.000-07:00

Trying to write something of permanent value is a full-time job even though only a few hours a day are spent on the actual writing. A writer can be compared to a well. There are as many kinds of wells as there are writers. The important thing is to have good water in the well, and it is better to take a regular amount out than to pump the well dry and wait for it to refill.

Earnst Hemmingway

2011-07-16T04:35:00.000-07:00

Dolce&Gabbana/Venetian, Las Vegas #SWAG

Coinky-dink

2011-07-16T04:28:00.000-07:00

The only reason this pic matters is because of my fixation with timing. I read signs everywhere I go. I believe God puts signals of familiarity that show you that your on the right path. Anyway, point is, when I was living in Florence for 2 months I would walk through this Piazza daily. I'd see tourists or business folk or whomever. All snap pics, me included.

So I'm suit reading over at The Armoury and boom! Pic of some of their people in front of this statue. Pics of them in other spots. I don't know, its tickled me. Yeah, yeah, yeah... a million folks have posed right there. Your missing the point muthaf*cka...

I walked in the cathedral behind them and took pics I wasn't supposed to...because I'm bad, very bad.

Soundtrack to Life...

2011-07-15T09:55:00.000-07:00

Soundtrack to this life is currently...

*Divided Loins - Kuddy LeBlanc

*CDC- Dom Kennedy

*Did You Hear What They Said- Gil Scott/Cookin Soul

*Let It Burn- VADO

*Musical Massage- Leon Ware

*Parachute (6/15 mix)- Tabi Bonney

insta-ham

2011-07-13T07:26:00.000-07:00

I stare out of windows a lot... I'm a dreamer and a believer

2011-07-13T06:23:00.000-07:00

“He once told me about polar bears - what solitary animals they are. They mate just once a year. One time in a whole year. There is no such thing as a lasting male-female bond in their world. One male polar bear and one female polar bear meet by sheer chance somewhere in the frozen vastness, and they mate. It doesn’t take long. And once they are finished, the male runs away from the female as if he is frightened to death: he runs from the place where they have mated. He never looks back - literally. The rest of the year he lives in deep solitude. Mutual communications - the touching of two hearts - do not exist for them. So, that is the story of polar bears”

Haruki Murakami

2011-07-12T03:29:00.000-07:00

I can be old. I can be new. I can be a youthful senior. I can reinvent. I can take and I can takeaway. I can give and expect nothing in return. I can accept without exception. I can try and then try harder.

I can give up but I never really will. I can forget but I'll still remember. I can be mad but the anger wears off and the pain remains.

I can heal. I can proceed. I can keep pushing but not be pushy. I can be soft but not be pussy.

I can love. I will....

I used to love H.E.R.

2011-07-10T06:30:00.000-07:00

Fifteen years ago, the main problem a lover of music— or film, or television, or other varieties of pop culture— would experience was scarcity. It took money to get hold of the stuff, and if you liked anything weird, it took effort, too. As a result, the default mode was to like what you could. In fact, the best way to demonstrate to others that you cared and were discerning about music was to like things— to have enjoyed exploring all these realms that took some effort to get to.
Over the past decade and a half, this situation seems to have reversed. The problem people talk about now is not scarcity but glut: a glut of music available to consume, a glut of media to tell you about it, a glut of things that desperately want your attention. Somewhere along the way, the default mode has taken a hard shift in the direction of showing your discernment by not liking things— by seeing through the hype and feeling superior to whatever you’re being told about in a given week. Give it the attention it wants, but in the negative.
- Nitsuh Abebe

seedlings...

2011-07-10T03:59:00.000-07:00

I sent my baby some pics and this was her response... she is 12 and crazy smart, not sure who she got it from #yaright

IMPRINT by Assata

The pictures I really adored.

To me, they mean the world.

You always look so fly.

Whether on land or up in the sky.

You make a white shirt have meaning.

You're so hot, how are you not steaming?!

Whether in the Jack-town or L.A.

In a lot of people's minds you will stay.

You make an IMPRINT.

ADeMy

2011-07-08T04:19:00.000-07:00

"Aut inveniam viam aut faciam"

I will either find a way or I make one

2011-07-08T03:44:00.000-07:00

Key West

best intentions

2011-07-06T06:11:00.000-07:00

I forgot to bring my best suit
so I brought smiles and fresh fruit
I made plans but they got messed up
I promise you won't regret getting dressed up
the reservations were for 6pm
but your getting off late, I got your bbm
the movie starts just before nine
but I left the tickets at the same place that I bought the wine
then I left the wine at the fruit stand
then I said some cuss words like g*d damn
awww man...

You scare them, but not me...

2011-07-04T01:45:00.000-07:00

you know I'd fly a kite with your picture on it

and then put my hand the bible, put a scripture on it

sometimes I smell like the sweat and the sin

most of the time you smell like earth and the wind

maybe that's how you blow me away

or the way you chess-move me, you know how to play

don't be stubborn with the lips, you give them here

you don't be nice to the bitches, you give them fear

scared that they'll never be like you
they should ask you questions maybe try and write you
you could give them tips like how to fight through
and how to keep a smile even when they spite you
your fire lady, i'm just trying to ignite you
so lets talk about what we will, not what we might do

2011-07-02T05:33:00.000-07:00

I don't know what this will all cost me
and when I get life's receipt its gonna shock me
I told you that I changed but some things probably never do
and you changed too and did things you said you'd never do
away from the things that we swore and promised
to sit alone in a room, so proud, so accomplished
so many frowns, I need a soothing face
we live somewhere between the Winner's Circle and Loser's Place
until our white picket fence is painted
and we tell the story of the altar where I almost fainted
I'll be holding the picket sign saying we almost made it
holding all the cards, a king with a heart who almost played it

DeMy in Italia

2011-07-02T04:47:00.000-07:00

Firenze was great... (outside the Medici Palace). Favs include dodging vespas, 11pm espressos & the farro

of course, I had my RetroSuperFutures on... #swag

San Gimignano was classic. Favs include artickoke & marscipone pizza and cheese lunch w/ a view

Cinque Terre was simply the BEST EVAR. Favs include the whole damn thang

Let it Ware on you...

2011-06-28T03:36:00.000-07:00

If I ever get back to my 3rd floor apt in Hollywood... this will be sampled #notetoself

wonderful...

2011-06-27T04:41:00.000-07:00

BTW... if Cyhi didn't tell you...

I'm living wonderful...I got a car, I got a crib, but more than that I air inside my ribs... I'm living wonderful

I'm your conscience...

2011-06-27T02:24:00.000-07:00

Why is he having all the fun? Its like he doesn't even get it. Thats not important, this is important. He is gonna be sorry one day. He thinks thats cool? Cause its not. She's a bitch, why would he like her? I've been so good to him and he's just an asshole. He's gonna be sorry. I'm his friend, neighbor, grass cutter, favorite bartender... he owes me.

They're stupid, thats stupid, he's stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. I don't like that. I don't like this. Thats not new. Why didn't he call me? I showed him how to do that, he owes me. I could have done that, he would have never done that without me.

I remember when he was crying, OH...he's a big man now? yea right. I remember when he had to borrow, OH... now he can afford tomorrow? yea right. I remember when he would call me because he didn't know what to do, OH...now he has all the answers? yea, right. He's gonna see and then it will be too late.

He's not cute, he's not funny, he's not charming, his breath stinks anyway. He's not clever, he's not creative, I've seen that before. If I was bigger, I'd whup his ass...

2011-06-09T23:42:00.000-07:00

Keep singing.... its good for your soul

Chance (?)

2011-06-07T23:22:00.000-07:00

I know its a gamble, but I'm gonna take it...fuck it

Under

2011-05-29T23:45:00.000-07:00

aside from all the cute faces and jokes
aside from all the drinks and the smoke
aside from clothes and style
aside from me taking a while

along with never giving a shit
along with all the walls that I hit
along with the people that doubted
along with the words that I've shouted

lies me...

cant forget all the things that have changed
cant forget to always keep it the same
cant forget to be on my progression
cant forget to always study the lesson

somewhere between loser and winner
somewhere between breakfast and dinner
somewhere between silence and sound
somewhere between the lost and found

lies me...

Volunteer > Underpaid

2011-05-27T21:30:00.000-07:00

"Being underpaid is worse than not being paid at all. You know what you’re getting yourself into with the latter. You are a volunteer, so you can unvolunteer at will. You can prioritize other jobs above the non-paying “favor” job and expect that the person benefiting from your unpaid labor will, if they have any common sense, understand and you can decide just how much effort and time to expend because you’re the one holding the magnanimous cards. Not so with underpaying gigs. It’s all the work and the demands of a well-paid opportunity, but with a lot fewer zeros."

J. Henderson

R.I.P Gil Scott Heron

2011-05-27T19:12:00.000-07:00

I'm a little f*cked up right now off this news. I know everyone has to go... he was 62 and lived a HARD life. But damn... I always felt connected to this brotha. Inspired so much, sampled so much... my culture will mourn this...

I'm not gonna post a video or anything because if you don't know... you just don't know.

I personally would sing "Daddy Loves You" to my daughter every night to rock her to sleep.

Tough

Players get chosen...

2011-05-22T23:05:00.000-07:00

I know these writings can go dark sometimes. What is he talking about? Who is he talking about? Is his smoke that strong?

But, he's blessed. He's smart. He's in control. Why is he trippin? Does he really have that? Does he really want that? Does he really know that?

Who told him? Is he alone? How did he get there? Where is he? Is this the truth or his imagination? Is his imagination the truth?

Good news.... I'm in love.

Her name is Poss A. Bility. She has been under my nose the whole time and I never really noticed. Poss didn't promise me anything, we didn't hook up the first night but the more I look at her, the more I think this could work. Her body doesn't go "boom-pow", it goes "when we get alone you'll see". We don't talk about kids and marriage, but we don't avoid the topic either. Its romantic because its real.

She is on my mind like scalp tissue and in my heart like hemoglobin. Then I realize, its not really her its what could be. I hope she sees me as... Dr. Ake would say "as more than just an option".

few eggs short of the omelette...

2011-05-20T23:31:00.000-07:00

I'm in Florence, Italy right now. I'll admit its beautiful as a muthaf*cka. I should be happy. A friend of mine may come visit. That would make me happy. No guarentees... I've learned that much.

I like Europe. My mother is European and my sister lives in Sweden, so its not some distant world to me. As I get older, I don't always want things to become more difficult so I don't know if I could move here. Simple things become more difficult like "where is the g**d w**d?" and such.

So much goes thru mind everyday, it can paralyze me. Feel one way for a half an hour, feel a different way for 2 other hours. Some people call that being high, but I haven't smoked for over a week.

I want to be a good man to somebody. I am really starting to realize how much I hold inside. Mostly painful sh*t. I wouldn't say I'm a clown thats crying inside, cause my face usually says "don't fuck with me". I just can't believe it works.

Sh*t is simple, I tend to make it complicated. A real artist is never happy unless they are making art. Maybe that explains it. I don't know... this is the kind of post I delete a few days later... not that articulate and impulsive.

but ultimately human...

Renaissance

2011-05-18T00:41:00.000-07:00

Its almost that time for me to binge-blog... keep a reading eye out

Frequently Fly

2011-05-09T10:08:00.000-07:00

I would tell you all about whats been happening and how...but the dictionary doesn't have those type of words

PhoenixLosAngelesDallas

2011-03-04T14:51:00.000-08:00

No, really....leave me alone

Love Vs. Hate

2011-02-14T11:02:00.000-08:00

Radio Raheem.... one of my favorite characters all-time teaches Mookie about when Love fought Hate.
Happy Valentine's Day...may your b*tch keep it forever real.

Rice Vodka

2011-02-03T17:00:00.000-08:00

you should stop me when you see me
ask me where I got this
stop my bitch when you see her
ask her how she got Chris
and why is she the only one that can call me that
because when shit was bad
she was the only one that called me back

So I told her the plan
and that I come from the mold of a man
that will buy her the island
not just put her toe's in the sand
lucky for me
she is the type to agree
that she can't be with someone with less of a pedigree
lucky for her
she has a cat that goes purr
a voice that I can endure
and she good for me like an Ensure

now we look good like some art
act like we don't care like we read for the part
we tell them we're almost finished
and we knew from the start
I may kill her by a shot through the heart

Cattle rap

2011-02-02T17:00:00.000-08:00

what if I just wrote and then stopped in a half an hour
dumb chick, dumb click, I'll blow away half your powder
come quick, bum sticks and they fighting for bowls of chowder
recored your interview and sold it as my album
cops pulled me over and ask me about all the talcum
for my nuts sir
instead I went to lunch and ordered breakfast, which is steak
cheesehead Alexander jersey, which is grate?
pocket full of big purple bulbs, Welch's grape
bald sheepdogs, potatoes not boiled, the Welshes hate
fine on these jungle vines, I'm Johnny Pate
thats history, geography and me so keep pace
even if its the weak shit that we hate
actually, I'm nuts sir
local motion got your kid drinking local potion
cold look on my face like I'm local in Poland
So-cal and smoking
Hopeful like Norful
we aint being judged by our peers, someone tell the corporal
clear channel but I'm sensing some social distortion
salty nuts, sir?
read the rainbow backwards and call them all fags
no apology just take them to Barney's, buy them all bags

this sign is not in Beverly Hills

2011-01-31T16:13:00.001-08:00

Curtains

2011-01-25T17:27:00.000-08:00

All I'm saying is I dress so well, a lot of gay people get mad
The look in my eyes can stop a train, so lets makes sure everyone is okay after such an abrupt stop
The skin covering my body still has that new skin smell
My taste for finer things makes a concierge ask if overtime has been approved
The thoughts in my head have to take a number and sometimes feel discouraged by the line ahead
Before I make love to a woman, I ask her name
After I make love to a woman, I ask her whats my name

My shoes don't match my belt, they match my emotions...Impulsive and hard to describe
When they come to cut the power off, I turn it on
There is no way that you have seen it all, especially since I just got past security check
There is no way that you have heard it all, especially since that was the opening act
Curtains please...
Nigga, those are drapes.... I said CURTAINS

Have Vision

2011-01-18T17:10:00.000-08:00

I don't have a point of view
I won't know until I get there
Its not everything I asked for, but I can make it work
Its different than I imagined and more beautiful
It looks really hard but it was just timing
Even when I can't see it all, I have vision

Have Vision. Be Gordon Parks

This is why its snowing, cuz its...

2011-01-14T17:46:00.001-08:00

Pray for Death

2011-01-14T17:36:00.000-08:00

I sit here, I type that, I call them
Staple
I sip, I eat, I smoke
Staple
idea!
Staple
they say shut up
Staple

Fuck it, bang it, break it, rearrange it
Staple
Skeem, plot, plan, blueprint
Staple
She's only cute because I spend 12 hours a day with her
Staple
but I'd do her
Staple

I should quit
Post it
maybe I'll make them fire me
Post it
but then how will I ever hit it?

Close my computer
Copy

This is your life, not mine

Maholla

2010-12-09T13:07:00.000-08:00

not done...
off again, so I can stay on
leaving Hawaii in December is like
going to Saudi Arabia in the June
why would you?
comfort is boring like King beds by yourself
so I stay on my feet
to stay ahead by myself

Blow up and you might go POP

2010-12-02T13:11:00.000-08:00

This guy's album finally came out. I want to be excited.
I'm excited for music, the album... not so much.
I don't buy music on a computer.
I could write a review because thats what the world needs is another critic.
I will say that with Blame Game, he did a Good A** Job
You no like? well, don't get all wrinkled up about it.
Jeesh...

photo Yee WongR

Elegance

2010-11-28T06:17:00.001-08:00

They ask why I don't speak...because I need to be entertained for more than a week

I love her language and she hasn't said a word

House of Uncommons

2010-11-26T08:34:00.000-08:00

We can be an inch deep and a mile wide or a mile deep and an inch wide...

I prefer the deep

Gracious Gratitude

2010-11-25T13:06:00.000-08:00

I'm thankful, 2 G's like a Gucci belt

Chillin around the Condo

2010-11-24T08:35:00.000-08:00

Yes, he has done more than just paint a pheonix that Wal-mart doesn't like

Queso

2010-11-24T08:09:00.000-08:00

Get that cheese
sip that white
spread that fig jam
do it in the sun
until you look like a candied pecan

Supreme Math

2010-11-23T11:35:00.000-08:00

Number 8 = Build or destroy: we must destroy all the bullshit in order to build that which we desire

Cotton Rye

2010-11-23T02:17:00.000-08:00

??? (above) Deafening Colors (below)

Control Room

2010-11-23T02:06:00.000-08:00

I'm not back because I was never really here.

I'm out there, way out there. Come here.

Don't irritate me, so don't do nothing.

Don't do nothing, when I do...it irritates me.

Who the fuck are you anyway? or at least who you think you is?

Greatness doesn't explain itself, others just interpret.

So what you think about this? so far, huh..how is it coming along?

Great.

My opinion counts. One pussy, two pussies...look a whole bunch of pussies.

Pussy loves company.

I heard a dry one and empty purse don't match.

You didn't come here for this.

Well you alone, because I was never really here.

Mirror.

You love the mirror but your just okay.

Gotta go. I was never really here. I'm way out there. Its cold.

Bullet for your Valentine

2010-07-31T05:39:00.000-07:00

I have said some good things about Kanye West in the past. I will be retracting those statements until the album comes out. I also think the whole FREE KUTMAH shit went a little too far and will explain why in the near future. I just don't feel like blogging as of late.

WORD

A bird in the hand

2010-07-13T17:10:00.000-07:00

Enough with the rappers, right? not really... I decided to go back and buy some of the albums that made me respect the most-influential-post modern-art-form of the last 35 years. Here is the single best verse on young black plight ever written. Circa 1991...

Fresh outta school cause I was a high school grad.
Gots to get a job cause I was a high school dad.
Wish I got paid by rapping to the nation,
But that’s not likely so here’s my application.
Pass it to the man at AT&T.
Cause when I was in school i got the AEE.
But there's no S.C. for this youngster
I didn't have no money, so now I got to punch the
Clock, gotta slave and be half a man
But remember whitey says there’s no room for the African.
Always knew that I would clock g's,
but welcome to McDonald's may I take your order please?
Gotta serve you food that might give you cancer,
Cause my son doesn't take no for an answer.
Now I pay taxes that you never give me back.
What about diapers, bottles, and Similac?
Do I have to sell me a whole lotta of crack
For decent shelter and clothes on my back?
Or should I just wait for help from Bush?
Or Jesse Jackson and operation P.U.S.H.?
If you ask me the whole thing needs a douche.
A Massengill. What the hell
Crack'll sell in the neighborhood
To the corner house bitches.
Miss Parker, Little Joe, and Todd Bridges.
Or anybody that he know.
So I cop me a bird better known as a kilo.
Now everybody know I went from po,
To a nigga that got dough.
So now you put the Feds against me,
Cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency.
I'm never gettin' love again.
But blacks are too fucking broke to Republican.
Now I remember I used to be cool,
Till I stop filling out my W2.
Now senators are getting high.
And your plan against the ghetto backfired.
So now you gotta pep talk.
But sorry this is our only room to walk
Cause we don't want to drug push,
But a bird in the hand is worth more than a Bush.

by O'shea Jackson

Classic References

2010-07-07T10:55:00.000-07:00

John Hughes is smiling up above...

Lyrically...Talib Kweli

2010-07-06T15:40:00.000-07:00

Great video, right with the zeitgeist...

Reflection Eternal "Ballad of the Black Gold" from Sam Ellison on Vimeo.

Habitual Line-crossers

2010-07-02T12:40:00.000-07:00

Son, come on.....come on, son....no really. I mean....dude, fam, bro, cuzzo. Ight. This is not SWPL. And even though I don't read that sh*t. ( I don't read, son...come on keep it real) I'm sure that White people love Kanye West. I know....I know.... he scared the diet coke out of Taylor Shift but thats what Black men do: scare people.

But this one is about my fear. I fear that white men have no threshold. I mean there was this guy ---> click HERE and then there was this crazy mudderfudger -----> click on this joint. But whatever, I'm over these attention whores. But what I think about is how when John Lennon said the Beatles were bigger than Jesus, America almost drove its Hummer over the Atlantic and punched Big Ben in the face. But here we have a pic of some Kanye stan with a shirt of Jesus wearing a Kanye chain. Beyond the fact that nuggats have been wearing Mr. Nazareth chains forever isn't even the thing. Its the thing that this guy was sitting somewhere and heard he may get to meet Kanye and thought "yo, I'm gonna wear that supercool shirt that I got when I was in southside Chicago and I'll get so many "props"...word is born." dummass.

I'm not screaming blasphemy cause Lord knows my whole Polo game is pretty sacrilegious but I just want to know what is the threshold?

BTW....if you like SWPL you should stop thinking this guy is so smart and check out SBPL. This guy has "being good at sports" (which we don't like, we just ARE) and "their mamma" (so the f*ck what? she is the only one that really loves us when we do stooooopid sh*t) (which we do) ( but we have thresholds, usually)

sorry, I just looked at the pic again.....dude might be hispanic

Sunday to Sunday...

2010-07-02T11:45:00.000-07:00

Pretty much...with some new New Balance 992s or crispy Dunks. I live in the produce section....FRESH DAILY

Serpent & the Rainbow

2010-07-01T12:23:00.000-07:00

A Letter by Immortal Technique....

I recently arrived home from Haiti.

While I was there I worked in a few aspects of the relief effort including a solidarity mission to aid the Earthquake survivors. In addition to all of this Myself, Cormega and Styles P participated in a show to support Haitian Hip Hop and rebuild the community. I would like to thank Arms Around Haiti and Hip Hop for Haiti for inviting me to be a part of this movement. While I was there I saw both devastation and rebuilding efforts. I also broke bread with people who had lost their entire family. Literally, everyone but them was deceased. Then there were those whose grief centered around losing a mother, father, brother, sister, son, or daughter as a direct result of what happened. It should make everyone reading this feel blessed to have anyone in his or her life. Think about that… Now think about it some more.

I saw so many different things as I walked through the slums and rode around Port-Au-Prince (as well as the area surrounding it.) I met mayors, townspeople, and the Arms around Haiti (Sobs staff) introduced me to several visionary Haitians with good ideas to rebuild the country that I am seriously considering investing my time into.

But one of the most powerful experiences came to me when I was holding this little baby girl who couldn’t have been more than a year old. She was crying because she was hungry, thirsty and tired. I picked her up and she hugged onto me with the newfound control her young muscles had recently provided her. She was one of the many orphans that I met while I was there, and as I held her I wondered what the future would hold for this little precious life. Her father would never hold her again and rock her back and forth to sleep while whispering stories to her. She might find good hearted and righteous people to one day adopt her, but her father, the man who created her would never tell her that he loved her or that she was special, save for the length of a dream or a subconscious memory. So I told her in French that I loved her, that she was beautiful and that she was special to me. I gave her all my water and her young face was immediately full of focus and comfort. After a few minutes of holding her, she fell into slumber. I gave her back to her to a 11-year old girl who had also lost her parents and was acting like a surrogate mother to most of the younger children.

Then I looked at my hands, they seemed like such strong hands before I went to Haiti. Strong like my will that is made of iron, and my resolve, which I consider unbreakable. But the strength of this young adolescent Matriarch and her newfound responsibility served as God’s gentle reminder and it humbled greatly as I realized what she carried on her shoulders. I am a Revolutionary but rather than just going to places around the world to bring people freedom, I seem to find it among them.

I felt great sadness leaving this place but I also felt anger at the things I saw. So I began to detail a few observations about Haiti and Revolutionary action associated with it in general. I wrote these things as I saw them or felt them but I waited until I was home for a few days so as to not elicit an emotional response but rather one of logic and understanding concerning the various things I saw.

The Spirit of Toussaint is Alive:

- Although the people have suffered here immensely, I still see their spirit still very strong, unbroken and defiant. Even though the sun floods the day with sweltering heat, the vast majority of people are working in some capacity. Many have their own small business or hustle and they take great pride in what they do. They find no shame in their work, however menial because, as it was told to me they felt blessed to have anyone to provide for. In the camps when dusk settles in, children play soccer with pieces of garbage tied up or maybe an old volleyball. They are survivalists as their history has taught them to be. The tent cities are home to usually 2 or 3 families per tent. Perhaps it is their past dealings with dictators sponsored by this nation, or by years of civil strife and a long Revolutionary history but they have become so resilient, so much so that they now serve as a personal inspiration to me of what mankind/original man can overcome.

All about the Benjamin’s, Mon Cheri:

Foreign Aid. That is a deceptive phrase. Many times the countries who, pledge money to a disaster-ridden nation are not giving that country money at all. They are really pledging the money to their corporation to rebuild the country at an inflated price set by the global conglomerate. It changes the very nature of what that means. Imagine if your house burnt down and I told the news and every local media outlet I was going to “donate” $100,000 to rebuild it. This is the catch the job really costs $20,000 to do. Yes, from the Capitalist pro business point of view I am providing a service that I deserve to be compensated for. But the characterization of what I am doing is purposefully altered so as to disguise the real motivation for “aiding” you. I’m not condemning the idea of foreign aid on a whole although there are aspects of it that create dependency and de facto vassals. But the system by which some of this “aid” is raised and distributed sometimes has little to do with anything resembling a humanitarian effort.

Let’s recap. I give you money, which you’re essentially giving back to me plus interest for doing something at twice the cost. I don’t give you fish anymore. That was Imperialism. This is Neo Liberalism, we teach you to fish, and collect 75% of the profit…forever. This system is actually the one that seems rational to first world powers now and is still implemented today all over the planet. Corporate Non Government Organizations (NGO’s) raise billions of dollars just to spend a fraction of that on the people who are actually affected and suffering. Then as if overpaying themselves wasn’t enough they act like they really did something. This system gives a bad name to real non-profit NGO’s and people that are selflessly doing something out of the kindness of their hearts. The Foreign Aid field is infested with corporate socialites and poverty pimps who troll around the mud with us dark people so you have something to talk about at your bourgeois industry parties. And where is the money going?

Waiting in Vain:

There is about 12 Billion dollars of Aid, waiting to be distributed, (conveniently earning interest for someone by the way) and since world agencies (take your pick) do not trust the shell of government left in Haiti, the situation has spiraled into a game of tit for tat in some instances. Corruption is not relegated to the surviving members of a fractured government. The customs area has thousands of pieces of clothing and non-perishable food that is simply sitting in store-rooms because customs is sometimes demanding $8,000 (US) to allow it into the country. You read it right, $8,000 American dollars to let a few boxes of supplies collected by people like you into the country. There are organizations such as the one I was there with, and Wyclef’s ‘Yele’ that use their longstanding connections with local power players and government officials to navigate around these bureaucracies, but it made me wonder how many good hearted people’s donations were just sitting there in some hangar collecting mold and dust. The supplies I handed out, the stuff I brought myself to give to people, the houses we put people in seemed like a good first step but now I wish more than anything to return and really make an impact having studied the situation. (* I remember after the Earthquake happened the mainstream media did a few stories criticizing smaller Aid Organizations on the ground and encourage people to direct their donation to the Major ones. Now I wonder if it was to promote efficiency or was it to safeguard their corporate partners monopoly?)

Children’s Story:

In Haiti, child trafficking is still going on, because it’s a lucrative business. It hasn’t stopped just because the news has stopped covering it, this right here is still happening. (http://www.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/americas/01/27/haiti.earthquake.orphans/index.htmlhttp://gvnet.com/humantrafficking/Haiti.htm ) I have even heard rumors about aid workers trading food for sex with little girls and boys. I’m not repeating these charges to try and substantiate them in any way. Because I hope they’re a lie, or at worst an exaggeration of an isolated incident. Far be it for me to try and pass innuendo off as fact but when you hear something like that from dozens of people from different walks of life, it makes you think. The reality after the Earthquake was that many of these children were (and still are) stolen and shipped out immediately or taken over to the Dominican Republic whose government is also very corrupt and sold to every corner of the world. Sad to think that the nation that showed the world that a successful slave revolution was possible has it’s sons and daughters sold into slavery in 2010.

The Almighty UN:

When I was young I thought the UN was a powerful entity, like the Super friends from Saturday morning cartoons. I was fed the idea that they provided a solution to arguing nations and would be helpful in taking the side of the underdog, the oppressed and colonized. But as I grew I realized it was just a way of making it look like America and Britain were not acting alone and it rewarded participants who conscripted their troops there. They are a Right Wing punching bag but really that’s duplicitous because they have been used to justify our actions in Afghanistan and Iraq. As if it is full of equal partners who are committed to the mission. Truth is the UN peacekeepers are full of many soldiers who would otherwise be getting paid $100 a week to be a soldier in their own country. The UN security-council resolutions have no teeth without the US’s approval, and sometimes they go to a country (like Haiti) and get a paycheck for doing very little. As I keep having interactions with them, my opinion just keeps on worsening. I by no means had any of those young teenage illusions about them going into this trip, but this is my observation. There is no salvation for the 3rd world in this entity. Truthfully, the UN are a war (with a real country) away from being as much of a part of history as the Hanseatic League. As we speak. They act as the de-facto military rulers of Haiti, with the US leaning over them looking at possible candidates. I think in all honesty they want a Haitian Karzai of their very own so perhaps their weakness is deceptive on purpose and they are just the arm of a face that has not revealed itself yet. “Le temps est un grand maître, dit-on, le malheur est qu’il tue ses élèves.”

Jesus’s Power Broker:

- Haiti is flooded with Christian missionaries. There were 40 of them on the plane with me headed to Port-Au-Prince. In case you don’t know what a missionary is kids, it’s not just a sexual position. (Although plenty of people have been fucked over the years.) It means someone who goes to other countries and tells people that their religion or native custom is savage and full of useless ceremonies to God’s & spirits that don’t exist. And while I know some of these people mean well, their very existence and purpose is in complete contradiction to what their religion actually teaches. Some are working to build schools and help out with social programs, but always with the agenda to prosthletize and solidify their religious control over the area. So no matter what their intentions are, they look like their peddling Jesus on a fishing pole with foreign aid wrapped in Bible paper on a hook. In the past they were dispatched to countries to make them as Christian as possible in a direct effort to bring them into the colonial power’s sphere of influence. You see Imperial powers could not win by military force, and so conversion directly aided in our subjugation and apparently still aids in our placation. As long as we let other people define God for us we will not only be the physical but also the spiritual prisoner of our oppressors vision.

Mission Impossible:

- Spain, Portugal, England, France and Italy, etc… did this “missionary work” all over Africa, Asia and Latin America. Many of you people reading this who are of the aforementioned faith have them to thank, not divine intervention for what you believe. I am not in any way shape or form trying to detract from the individuals who really have the message of Jesus Christ in their hearts. I honestly believe if we lived our lives by the teachings of Christ this world would be a better place. But there are too many frauds making money off of Yeshua these days. The crazy thing is, that as many Muslim and Jewish charities that are working in Haiti, I haven’t witnessed any effort by them to convert people to Judaism or Islam. What is it about this faith that we hold so dear in America that makes us so insecure about what other people believe in? You’re going to have to stop using the excuse you want to “save people” and just admit that you don’t feel comfortable around someone until they believe in what you believe, spiritually. What gives us the moral authority to go around the world and tell the indigenous people of every continent that their religion is a farce and the only real truth was compiled in Constantinople in 325 AD? Isn’t the most “Christian” thing in the world to give charity to the poor and suffering without asking for anything in return? (Least of all, the culmination of all their beliefs.)

Blood Roots:

As I walked through the tent cities full of families waiting for water and cooking whatever they could find for their collective I happened upon a long road. It led me through the scorching slums of the outer area of Port-Au-Prince. While I was walking these two young brothers who ere dressed in red asked me if I was a Blood. I looked at them both and I responded that I wasn’t and one of them then raised his eyebrow, “you Crip then?” He asked with a heavy Creole accent. I said that I was neither and I was more like a Black Panther. After all OG Black Panthers and people from the Indigenous movements have taught me a libraries worth of knowledge. The younger one asked me what a Black panther was. I searched my surrounding for an analogy and there just happened to be a small tree near by. So I walked them over to it. The tree had two branches littered with a few leaves. Holding one branch I said, “this one is the blood” and pointing to the other one I said, “this one is the Crip” and then putting his hand on the trunk close to the roots, I said “this one is the Black Panther”. “Ne de la Revolution” which means Born out of Revolution in my humble French. The young kid smiled at me and asked me more about the Black Panthers. I stood there speaking to him for a little while and then we saluted one another and went our separate ways. Although Haiti is twice as hood as any place in the US, they are such a young country full of children who must become adults before their time. If they are to succeed, someone must educate them to the fact that what people call Black history is in fact world history. I would be honored to be a part of that someday. Don’t worry I won’t NGO them for hundreds of G’s either. I’d settle for a room and some coffee in the morning.

La Revolucion de Latino America:

For those of us who are studying Latin American Revolution, Haiti is the prequel, the seemingly invincible power of France being challenged and overcome. The Napoleonic wars gave America a chance to breathe away from the eyes of Europe long enough to affirm itself. France’s assault on Spain weakened the European states enough for us to take the moment that we cherish as our time for ‘Revolucion’. The story of our Revolution doesn’t begin in the 1950’s but in the Indigenous revolts of the conquest era and the early 1800’s when a small island of enslaved Africans showed the world that it was possible. Estudiantes Latinos, estudia esta Revolucion, sus lecciones son unas de las mas importantes para apprender. Tienen te todo, de raza, de classe, de corrupcion, y por supuesto del sacrificio necessario para obtener la libertad.

In parting:

I learned something very reassuring about myself in Haiti, something I am proud to acknowledge and leave my people on a good note with. When I meet someone who is a better activist, or Revolutionary, (I’ll be happy to make that distinction later) when I see someone whose actions achieve more than mine, or who has a more complete perspective I become inspired. I don’t get bitter or jealous and think about trying to “out-revolutionary” them. That’s so pointless and yet it is something that I see sometimes in the movement, people who think that because another doesn’t adhere to the same ideology or the same faith that we must bring them down. I am a Revolutionary and I need no one’s permission to be. We were successful at breaking ground in Haiti, but my mission there is by no means complete, I wish to plan further actions with my friends at Arms Around Haiti and the staff at SOBS. I would like to thank Jube, Mario, Cormega, StylesP, Herbie, Clef, Yele, Arms Around Haiti, Parrish, BC, and my Haitian Soldiers there for making this trip possible I look forward to returning soon.

“Le travail éloigne de nous trois grands maux: l’ennui, le vice et le besoin.”

Peace & Respect,

Immortal Technique

and they talk about his chain...

2010-07-01T10:41:00.000-07:00

I hope that it is understood that I do like Kanye West. Do I think the nuggat is a genius? ummm...I think that word is used loosely. Whoever can convince world leaders to stop hunger and increase accessible health care and clean water is a genius. A guy who makes good beats and bears his heart and feelings over them is just a cool muth-hush-yo-mouth in my book. Props on a dope cover for the single...

Success > Successing

2010-06-30T11:05:00.000-07:00

Although it is against most moral sense to feel a sense of superiority over a person or group, I have been invoked by that feeling by simply browsing the blogs of some el lamo's.

I have no problem with announcing that The Pain of Success is better than Successing.net, which is a blog site ran by the rapper Murs or Nick Carter as his mamma calls him.

Murs is the kind of self-depreciating rapper that you really don't need to diss, so I'm not really gonna take shots at him but I will say that I am disappointed in a few things. First, the overall presentation. Murs, I know that you know some tech geek/web nerds because you hang out with Whiteboys and Asians. Which is no diss to Whiteboys and Asians, but does explain why most black folks have never heard of Murs. This blog is not changing that fact. Throw a flash on that sh*t, or a webstore or some streaming music. You did like 3 albums with 9nth Wonder...damn, son.

Another reason why The Pain of Success is a far superior blog to Successing.net is the name. I prefer the play on words....( success being painful is oxymoronic )and Murs chose to just make an already hard word to spell into a gerund. If you say that you always remember two c's and two s's every time you spell success than your lying. I still spell sceccesus most of the time.

Basically, I still use dial up internet and make this whole blog on Windows 98'...but somehow, someway Murs, my blog is better than yours.

Thanks for Nothing...

2010-06-29T12:19:00.000-07:00

So I had to piss really bad the other day and had nowhere to do it. My nuggat Matt caught a "pissing in public" charge at Freaknic in 97'....ever since, I try and use toilets. I literally left my car running and ran into Chuck-E-Cheese. They tried to stop me at some weak-ass turnstyle thing and I told a grown dude with in-grown facial hair and a large rat on his shirt that "I'm bout to piss my pants cuuuz". He let me slide like I wasn't gonna push past his fat ass anyway. This is when amazing happens.

I pass two tables that had been pushed together and currently seating about 17 kids all singing and carrying on. No big deal right? Lil Mexican niggas in Kobe jerseys, lil nigga niggas in Sean John, a gold doorknocker on the floor here, a PCS phone being used a toothing baby toy there....ya know, Chuck-E-Cheese. And then.....

......Drake came on and the place went HAM SANDWICH. I mean, I literally thought dude was about to walk out in full H&M wear. Drake was not there, but his song "Over" was definitely in the building. I'm not hating on hazel eyed Drizzy, but there was a 9 year old who knew way too many people "there" right then, that he didn't know last year. The kid's problem was that he just couldn't remember it all. What was he doing?

I can tell you what he was doing. He was being a little gay ass punk that needed to take the earring out and probably take his fragile ass to football practice. Wasn't even his b-day. Cut some oranges, old' nose-bleed ass mamma's boy. I love my mamma, but I wasn't even allowed to wear my hat backwards...if I wanted to be bad, I had to go and actually break the law.

Now I realize that women like Drake and men like women, now men like Drake so that women will like the man, even if he isn't Drake. Douche-shower....

This post was supposed to be about the story of Barry Soetoro but as usual, I digress...sorry.

Sean Price eat these young bulls...

Talking to Tom Petty...

2010-06-24T17:00:00.000-07:00

I was talking with my dude the other day...(no perez) and he was saying how too often artists spend too much time trying to paint their masterpiece. Now this is figurative, so equate it to the perfect album, or best design or whatever. The point he was trying to make was that life is about moments, and the best art captures that moment. It is not a Monet, it is a polaroid.

I like this.

I know there is a slew of people putting out a slew of shit. A lot of blogs, only a few writers. A lot of pictures, only a few photographers. A lot and a lot of songs, only a few recording artists. What that means is that most of these people that are distributing the slew will be doing something else when something else comes along. In the meanwhile, the painter, the photographer, the writer is stuck staring at their work like "why does Charlie's finger have a 20 million views and my short film has 20 views". Well, that idiot captured the moment.

Stop thinking so hard....stoopid.

**** I chose the pic above because you probably have not seen it BUT if you asked Michael Jordan about it, he could probably tell you all about the day, the time in his life and how he felt...it was a MOMENT

Extra Medium...

2010-06-18T19:14:00.000-07:00

Its Friday, almost 7pm....

I have no plans. A check in my pocket. Not-a-lot of green. Music that is unfinished and love that is unmet.

Life, whas'sup...

Play your part and shut up...

2010-05-20T03:46:00.000-07:00

Imagination - Amber Rose Instrumentals - Judah from GreatWhite Brothers on Vimeo.

Back like cooked crack...for the meantime anyway

2010-05-06T00:42:00.000-07:00

Ok...mofos I said "maybe, my last blog". Evidently it is not. I've been on the road since the first week of March and while you would think that it would give me plenty to talk about, it actually shuts me up some. I have to figure out how I feel about stuff, then self-debate it, let it linger, and then present it.

Yea, MTV has sent me on another excursion into the wild world of party & bullshit. I love it.

I would like to talk about how a man can drive a truck full of explosives into Times Square, get out and board a plane, but I'll save it. I would love to get into the clusterfuck BP calls a business and they continue to spew 5,000 gallons of oil a day into the Gulf of Mexico, but I'm still gathering facts. In the meanwhile, I am going to stare at all this scenery....good lawd!

Oh an my man Cornelius has started a blog HERE

Maybe my last blog...

2010-03-29T14:36:00.001-07:00

I know...I know...but I think I'm gonna do some other sh*t....this blog stuff is like eh....boring. On to the next...

I might need intervention...

2010-03-07T08:57:00.000-08:00

Things I learned cleaning my studio.

1. I'm a dirty muthafudga

2. The world is out of bic lighters, because I have them all

3. Nothing will ever beat the vinyl record, but they are the enemy of spare room.

4. I have dope music...

5. If someone finds this bottle of Liquid Love, I don't know how I will explain it. (job related, still weird)

6. Blunt smoke dust is a happy dust.

7.I didn't find any money...because I never lose any money, sounds cool...but bummer later

8. Real artists don't use ashtrays.

9. Post-its are just as important as tax documents.

10. No matter how many times I move this sh*t, there is only one tetris design to it.

Food & Liquor: making of the cover

2010-03-04T18:04:00.000-08:00

so yea...photoshop played a part cuz the nuggat wasn't really floating in space. But this is dope cause its a making of, which should make you feel like you have seen something other people have not, thus making you special.

The Mack + Book = Moi

2010-03-03T12:35:00.000-08:00

Kobe in the 4th... I stay winning, I know. I am about to go Miami for 2 months. I don't know where I'll be staying yet...but mints on the pillow will be fine. OH...and the HBIC gave me a lil something to stay connected to you while I am gone...

Creativity can be hard to understand...(and read)

2010-03-02T18:00:00.000-08:00

They Shootin....ooh made you look.

2010-03-02T07:56:00.000-08:00

BAM! We back bitches...

Got a new camera....(dj drop) CANON...

I couldn't take a picture of it, cause I need it to take pictures but believe me, I'm ready to shoot like John Malvo in this muddafudga.

By Yourself Meetings...

2010-03-02T07:49:00.000-08:00

Have one...nightly

Air Pockets in the Temporal Lobe

2010-02-28T12:49:00.000-08:00

I am currently only recording in stolen cars...this is some old stuff
Recorded on the day the sun never shined in October of 1996
Favorite line: Like Mr Charles in the mirror I can feel my face, I let the water
splash my cheeks then I say my grace...
Overcast by Sev DeMy

Tickle The Middle by Sev DeMy
I think Dilla copied my sample even though he did it first...he always knew what I wanted to do
Vocals samps: Bionic Woman horny with Million Dollar man, live broadcast from Santa Monica Blvd & Highland

Talked About by Sev DeMy
Originally had Bill Cosby talking about Marijuana Abuse..I took him off for having the nerve to make a show with only him and Clair.

Amber Pose

2010-02-27T10:31:00.000-08:00

I have nothing to do with this picture but put it in the internet....

I want to like Amber Rose but its like cardinal sin for a black guy....she kinda looks like a big bald white guy with a black girl's body...so she makes me feel like a homophobic sell-out, which I am slowly becoming anyway...

Free time...mine is not free

2010-02-26T23:32:00.000-08:00

Mexicans draw, black folks talk do their hair, white folks I imagine did this...a 2pac wordcloud

Who want it with Hollywood court?

2010-01-21T10:00:00.000-08:00

Usually this is how I feel, all summed up in one picture...

the hardest light-skin nuggat since Ice-T

Life with a view...

2010-01-21T09:39:00.000-08:00

If you can't tell I paint with a very broad brush. People that I know usually follow my reads with a phone call, which is cool although comments make me look "cooler". I am obscure for a reason. Mainly so you should grab all the highs and lows and not get caught up on the in betweens. The music, the art, the quotes...they are all real shit I use for inspiration but never should this blog turn into a critic's forum.

I hate critics. I hate critics because they are tricky aliens. Critics take on all shapes and colors and usually don't have a lot of experience flying the ship, they just sit in the back and watch for tea spills. I am not that.

My life leaves much to be criticized though. Feel free to indulge. I actually have the time to entertain your domestic concerns, I would just rather not. There are a lot of things to talk about but details may cloud the air...

1. Haiti....what the fuck? Yea, its bad...really bad. As you may know I don't watch CNN, but between this and Katrina...black people have the right to be upset about some shit. I don't give a f*ck if Mo'nique won a Glitter Globe Award.

2. Take with Burnt Toast... more than likely my step in short films. I will direct and star in it. Co-written by DH. This should be good. This should make you upset. Which means good, to me. Yes, Doo-Doo is still on the burner.

3. Celeb status... I don't have it, but I know some people that do... and mayne that is a different world like Cree Summer.

4. The women in my life...they truly are wonderful. This does not include a GF, so imagine if I had that.

5. Expensive shit..... damn that sh*t is expensive...

Left Pocket

2010-01-19T08:29:00.000-08:00

Life has been crazy lately.

The Pain of Success has me fiending for more funds, my uzi weighs a ton and they got me on the run. To make a long story brief, I lost my camera. No camera = a form of art temporary lost. Plus I may do something I really regret soon...

Highlights of week : Laker game floor seats, partying with Leonardo Dicaprio, free shit everywhere I go, learning to hate paparazzii

1-10-2010

2010-01-10T17:54:00.000-08:00

Happy Birthday to myself....

Thank you to all the people who showed me love...

somebody get me steak the size of the United States...

Thank you...

Judged by 12 or carried by 6

2010-01-06T07:35:00.000-08:00

Dammmmmmmn, they doing this nuggat dirty. This is Kevin Cooper. He is about to be killed by lethal injection in the state of California after 26 years of waiting. The facts basically prove that he is innocent...think the Governator cares? F*ck no...

2010-01-02T09:22:00.000-08:00

oh yeah, its 2010.

and everyone is an expert....

I strayed from the "best of.." and "worst of.." lists. Not because no one really gives a sh*t, but because that sh*t is a waste of time.

I just know a few things...

1. Nike was on to something....its a new year and whatever it is your debating on.."JUST DO IT" aka stop being a bitch.

2. If you learned nothing over the last 10 years, you should at least realize that err'one is your competition. The world is too small now and technology is so accessible that any muphuka with a half decent idea and decent execution of that idea is fair game to become the next big thing.

3. Money is overrated. Don't be stupid now, of course we all need some chedda to make it betta, but if your all about "getting money and making sure your paper is straight". You may miss out on this other little thing called LIFE. I'm speaking from experience on this one. Have some faith and enjoy the journey...I'd rather be broke together than rich alone.

4. SIGN OFF....facebook, twitter, aim, whatever it may be...Its making you a retard by actually thinking that the least important things in the world are the most important things....ala celebrities, your favorite starbucks order, the kind of dog you want...and whatever other bullshit is clogging cyberspace.

5. You haven't seen anything yet. The 2000s made everyone get acclimated to the actual control we can have over our lives. In the 2010s, we may actually start taking that control. Art is going to be amazing.

Wal-mart Special...

2009-12-27T21:31:00.000-08:00

something special about this youngin...

Mandingo West

2009-12-23T19:49:00.000-08:00

Cause when he strike it rich, he leave yo' ass for a white girl... (K.West)

People got his back like the Verizon man...

2009-12-22T07:01:00.000-08:00

They call him Jay Electronica
Fuck that
Call him Jay Elechannukah
Jay ElecYarmulke
Jay Electramadaan Muhammed Asalaamica RasoulAllah Supana Watallah through your monitor

(and your God MC wears a Yankee fitted, f*ckin idot...)

X-mas on the Moon like Jupiter in June

2009-12-22T06:43:00.000-08:00

Label under: things your white co-worker may have on their Itunes while you still listen to 808 and Heartbreaks

if you can make a lo-fi x-mas mixtape, you can probably do a lot of other things...its Christmas on the Moon, its like Jupiter in June

Girls like this remind me why I like girls so much... fav: Simply Crackin

<a href="http://theesatisfaction.bandcamp.com/album/christmas-on-the-moon">Jingle Bells by THEESatisfaction</a>

Liberate e Leche

2009-12-22T06:23:00.000-08:00

Its true... I make my own lattes at home. 3 x 7 = the $21 a week, I'm saving. All money collected will be donated to the restoration of the ole' DeMy haberdashery.

Cherish The Day

2009-12-21T09:08:00.000-08:00

I'm pretty sure, I own every one prior. Her voice is definitely fail-safe for any Valentine's rendevous. Here is the track listing. Do I have to hold your hand and put up the single too?

1. The Moon And The Sky
2. Soldier Of Love
3. Morning Bird
4. Baby Father
5. Long Hard Road
6. Be That Easy
7. Bring Me Home
8. In Another Time
9. Skin
10. The Safest Place

You stink, but I'm strangely attracted to it...

2009-12-19T22:27:00.000-08:00

The next step in being cool is making your own cologne. This company is out of New York (of course)
I HATE PERFUME and is not taking any new clients right now. Basically, you go in and see the lady... bring your undies, a swab of your favorite marmalade and a short prose about yourself. Easy right? The Body Shop at your local mall kinda does this already with no happy ending.

Quote of the day

2009-12-19T22:14:00.000-08:00

“If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music. ... I get most joy in life out of music.”
Albert Einstein

and the Saints lost...

2009-12-19T21:59:00.000-08:00

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. You really are an eel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr Gri-inch. You're a bad banana with a... greasy black peel. ---singer from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas

      Yo, Grinch is fine but watch who you calling a "greasy black peel", ight? anywhoville.....

There is this weird line that exists during the during the month of December. It is drawn between people that are obligated to do shit they don't really want to do and people celebrating the birth of the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Its that whole Christmas thing. You know what it is.

   A glimpse into my Christmas past will never reveal nativity scenes or caroling, nor do I have drunken Santa named Daddy who ruined everything. When I was a kid, I actually got most of what I wanted. I had the GI Joes, the bike, and the nintendos (a year late). I was such a little pissant even my Christmas list was detailed and numbered by importance. But since I got older, I don't really ask for much.

    I could ask for some more money, but than I would just have spend that shit on gifts. That would kill my Christmas is not about shopping schpill. Peace on Earth is always one of those things that befuddled me. I mean I would hope if your about peace than you would be working to make that slogan more than just a Christmas cash cow. Anyway, see what I'm talking about. I just get lil schitty when it comes to Christmas. And I'm not even going into all that Santa Claus and pagan bullsh*t. My friend told me I was on some Charlie Brown sad face bullsh*t. Maybe but....Charlie Brown had a dog, ole' lucky muthaf*cka.

Maybe I'm just so selfish that Christmas just doesn't really work for me anymore. I love my family, but you can imagine by my attitude I don't come from a tribe of huggers and cheek-squeezers. Its more of a "this is Christmas and you need to be a man and come home". I don't totally disagree with that, I'm just lazy. If I had a wife to bring with me, I wonder if I would feel the same. I'm gonna wish for one of those cool wives that wants to go to Seychelles to watch St. Nick fly over. (sigh....) Won't happen this year.