Essentially, if I want to rant... I will rant. If i so choose to write poetry, I shall. Here, my thoughts shall spill from my concious to the net.

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You try to fuck but your luck, tonight, sucks. I’ll run amuck, you best duck and tuck. And now you see that we won’t be. It’s time to pay the fee get on a knee and make a plea to me. Then use the other knee, count to three, never dream that you can say that today you can lay. Down on this path, no end to my wrath. And on a dime, you start to climb, but you’ll be in hell till the end of time.

I’m doing this actively not passively but happily
Pulling on me is gravity, holding steady is my sanity
You got the punch line, this sign and this time
The joke is physical it’s stereotypical
Now you can feel this deal is real
And you won’t ever hurt another guy
It won’t fly, I’ll get by but I’ll hate you till the day I die.

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So, after a four year break from working out, due to major injury and surgery, I have decided to rebuild some muscle. Yesterday was the first day since the injury that I have legitimately worked out and lifted weights. I woke up this morning sore, which is to be expected. I know that because of who I am, if I do not work out with someone I will not work out. Also, I know I must be dedicated to follow a regimen of five days a week. Yesterday, I worked on building up my chest and abs. With no surprise, I was unable to lift much at all. So, as I said, I woke up with my chest, arms, and abs sore this morning. I told my best friend, Grady, that he and I needed to go work out tonight. Before he could reply his girlfriend, Mariah, said yes. So this evening Grady and I went to work out. We began with cardio by warming up on the treadmill. Grady continued to run while I moved onto jump ropes. Once we both completed that we moved onto weights. I could not lift as much as I did yesterday because I was sore and my muscles were torn down. I did some of the same work outs as the night before (with lighter weights). Following weights we did abs. After abs we did a rowing machine then another round of abs. I came out of “The Bank”, as we call it, and felt awesome. Now, it is several hours later and I can hardly move my arms. My R.A., Brandon, told me that doing the same thing two nights in a row was a bad idea. Unfortunately, he told me this AFTER I got back. This information would have been much more useful earlier this evening. Essentially working out was a great idea but I just made bad decisions… and my body is beating me up for it.

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This will be a series of posts that make up a single song.


Bitch, you think just because you sucked me
It gives you the right to fuck with me?
No, there needs to be a lesson learned
And I yearn for the event that you deserve,
The mother fucking destruction of your life. Then your destiny
Doesn’t involve you getting the best of me, the rest you see
Is for someone else to decide. The flow, the tide, the thrill, and the ride was it worth it? Now you act like you’ve never been denied.
It’s pathetic, you just don’t get it. We are through, there’s no more to me and you. Why’re you still calling? Are you still falling, in love with me again? Shit I told you, Megan, this would be the end. Your not my friend and there’s nothing you can do to mend, the ties cause your lies will condemn you till the day you die. You can’t deny, or justify, that you’ll continue to do this to other guys. To my heart, I gave you the keys and you brought me to my knees while I said “please baby please” but you pulled the trigger anyway. You have to pay but to my dismay you won’t stop. Is it so easy for you to chop at me till i drop? I guess so cause if you only had a heart, I wouldn’t want to start to tear you apart till there’s nothing left. I’m getting this off my chest, surely you jest when you say that you’ve got the best.. Intentions when you sleep around. Get off the ground we are going for another round. In this ring my words will sting and it is the end of you that I will bring. Yes, this is reality. What fails now is my morality. So what now? You want clarity? I’ll try to say it in another way. There comes a day when one must pay. Bitch, you cheated. You’ve been defeated and I know you don’t care cause your so conceited. Im done. You can’t run. This will fucking blow your mind to kingdom come.

"I thought what I’d do was, I’d pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn’t have to have any goddam stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something, they’d have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. They’d get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I’d be through with having conversations for the rest of my life."

- Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger