Way way Nay nay

Seemingly, the threats cease. Shakwanaynay is in stalker mode. Coming towards all hardcore and brutal, but nevertheless incorrect. Not taking the time to talk the nword of interest. Everything so crucial, deep, and piercing. I beg to differ, if you would just let it go. Pre-June, simple.

If I ever become intimidated, its on me. The problems I accrue are my own. My mistakes. Personal setbacks. Restricted numbers are evil.

Frontin, I know what you want. 

Change

Dang, how people just come and go so quickly. When does it hurt the most? When its unexpected or when you had that feeling although not anticipating the disappointment. Either way, it make you sick to your stomach. You just want them to come back and make that change. Go back in time. Its the dang dam. Older ladies gossiping, wondering if they really mean/wish well. People dropping like flies. Couldn't even stand it. Dirty mirrors, but I can see myself clearly in it.

Past

The recent weeks have been very memorable. trying. hardcore.  

Ups and Downs. Lost my mind on 42nd St.  

With the coming and passing of July and August, I suddenly feel old. Need to relax.

 But too young to stop or slow. 

I officially hate/love Shrek 3 and Transformers. 

Blue and Yellow.

 Tapout and UFC. 

You cant continue to blame your appearance of ashiness on powder. Some problems are exclusively, yours. There is a distinct difference, especially between your pointing finger and thumb. Everything is black. 

Can you smell the darkness taking over? 

So much to do, and not enough money to buy the time. 

Stalkers and women who have known nothing aside from confrontation and violence.

 Childish games and the pursuit of further drama. 

The reconciliation of old and still older acquaintances. 

The effort put forth to show others whats really important. But what really matters? Is it the one you claim to be so important? Or just the way you feel knowing you can have an effect on the next person (be it negative or positive)? 

August is almost over. Hopefully the problems and pressures of dusty August will go with it. Keep your family and real friends, don't worry about everyone else. Don't let drama come between family.

Time passes everyone up.

Go listen to the new Nas album.

hello

D-Con

Family on a Sunday, watching a movie. 

Grams hates cartoons. Bbq on the grill and....squash. Skirt Steak and Koa wood.

Surf's up and cookie, leads to the first battle of many??? 

Nevertheless...You win! You win young Fella, you win!. and the crowd goes wild. Victory by any means necessary. 

That was quite a jolt, Freak!

Right foot - Screw Left foot - You

Falls into Monday, huge commencement reminiscing on commencement of the past week. Movies and fights gone bad....good bad. Eat that salad Cesar.

Young Ladies turned rodents prance down the street. We could all be great...but some sadly, some go down the hoes highway, never to return. 

inside my safe place

Square, advance despite all influence. Slay all who through actions prove to be defeatists.

Good Bye

Nice seein ya Burt.

Ponder

The unkempt and "I dont care so I'll just throw this on" look is not for everyday. I do not like want to see your underwear. Especially is your hot undies are bigger and baggier than the acid washed, custom-soiled skinny jeans. 

and Mrs. Yuck-nasty should know better. It will never be HOT enough for you to wear that. I mean, aren't you tired of your thighs rubbing together you unsuccessful professional snuffleumpekis?