I hate how I know I shouldn’t bottle up anything yet I hate how I can’t spill what I feel. I hate how everything is hypocritical and I hate how much it gets pushed on to me. I hate how my truths are lies. I hate how seriousness are jokes. I hate how I run out of time. I hate when they enjoy when they do but hate when I smoke. I hate how its pressed that I am a cause. I hate when I am told. I hate I hate I hate these contradictions. I hate that I can’t explain what I have told.
For those who don’t know why I’ve been away from tumblr is because well a lots been happening. Of course my family, always making time for them. Work, steadily on my grind. Lastly our clothing line that’s going to be in stores within a month.
As for the clothing line, we are on the brink of finalizing everything and going to be in stores around Stockton, LA, Fresno, North Carolina, and stretching for Philippines. Its coming down to the wire where our quality is on par with the big leagues. Its nerve racking yet exhilarating watching this soon to be empire’s ground work become built before our eyes. Society Gold coming out soon.
Love being back on the blades!
Thanks bro #:)
If I could I would. If I should’ve, I didn’t. If I completed, I lagged. If I was perfect, I wasn’t. If I promised, I failed.
Completely opposites attract within the mental thoughts of an emotional skeleton. Just rambling and rambling of words till they score points like scrabble letters. Maybe these words will lead me somewhere far away to success, or the completely opposite with nothing left. Fingers pressing on the keyboard of my iPhone while my eyes are not processing the words I type. So my mind is in a “who what where why,” to the paragraph lines.
I think I’m really losing it. Digging for a conclusive tip. Maybe I should just let the good times roll and not worry bout shit. Maybe I should let the dark consume like in the past, unlock the demon’s crypt. Maybe I should load a gun with one in the clip and put an end to it. Or maybe I should just sit down, shut up, and just watch my life burn out, like a cigarette.
There might be a hypothesis on what to do. Instead of acting like a jester fool, I should go around and find some clues. Combined them all together and give myself some living proof. My daughter, my wife, wow I just realized I rhymed an interlude…
Wtf was all that!? Lol…
Just got home from deep cleaning the underground of the shop and fuck I am lightheaded. So many chemicals with barely any ventilation (underground). I survived though. I think…