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I don't have anything meaningful to say. The unmatchable ability to enter in to a state of unintelligible, nonsensical madness has over taken the chicken coop, so to speak. Only these chickens have large talons. Chaos is mildly amusing and none-the-less, a sham. To elude greatness from the finger tips to the keyboard is sometimes a lost cause. One might be better spending their time reading the news from the morning paper or watching Maury on channel 8. I, however, will do nothing more and nothing less.

Right now, Explosions in the Sky is filling my ears with blissful enjoyment. It happens everytime, you know. Like clockwork, you can always count on EITS to make a melancholy day as bright as a rocket's red glare. I think if I listened to nothing but EITS, I would accomplish all of my dreams; my dreams to write a screenplay, to open up my own diner, to get my wife a Digital Rebel, to have my own editing suite in the den of my house (which I do not own), to make a documentary about the downtrodden effects of war on a G.I., to get involved with a Christian fellowship that thinks outside the box, to get out of debt, to get back into shape and to eat healthy, and lastly, to provide for all of the needs of my family.

And so my right brain is functioning in overload, double-secret-probation mode. The stars at night are big and bright. Deep in the heart of Texas, you know.

Did you ever want to go back? Go back to an era that was great but you didn't know how great it was until that era had passed? Some friends and I were talking about the greatness that abounded in 1988-1989. For true Hip Hop connoisseurs, that is an era filled with nostalgia. Public Enemy, Eric B & Rakim, De La Soul, Run DMC, EPMD, Boogie Down Productions, The Beastie Boys, Slick Rick. Remember the cassingle (or cassette-single)? For like $1.99 or so, you could pick up cassingles of your favorite song. Essentially, cassingles replaced the 45 record. I had cassingles of my favorite rap songs: fight the Power - Public Enemy, Hey Ladies - The Beastie Boys, Cha Cha Cha - MCLyte, etc. I wore these tapes out. Also, I'd rush home from school every day to watch Yo MTV Raps! That was an elite era of greatness, long forgotten.

And so this journey of randomness expelled from head to fingers to screen is about to conclude. My impoverished mind is empty and I must return to normalcy. One day, I'll go back. One day I'll reach all of my goals. One day, after a long talk with my high school guidance counselor, I'll choose the right path. But for now, my 31 year old body must retire to things of yore. Remembering how and then fulfilling the future by doing things in the present. Because we be to rap what key be to lock, cuz I'm cool like that.

love peace and chicken grease.
i'm out like the gout.