Yo I'm Psychic
I dreamed that Rachel was at my house and showing everybody her new tattoo. I had no idea that she was going to get a tattoo. The next day she showed me her new tattoo. It's like deja vu all over again.

"......Another day begins, and ghetto activities move in. So my Godly conscience kicks in. Liquid dreams, the money making schemes. The drug deals and the blood that spills. The cause? Ignored social ills. It's got me wishing I was Dorothy. But if I was to click my shoes and open my eyes, ya'll know where I'd be? Right here, in the same dang city. So what choice do I have? Well I can laugh or I can cry. I can fall or I can rise. I can live or I can die. The bottom line, is that choice is mine."------Zion I

All of the new terrorist alert warning symbols are up......

I'm sorry but this stuff is absolutely hilarious. If you find yourself in a dangerous predicament you will now know how to react. Please heed these warnings.

Today's Psychic Realization
Last night I thought about Jamie Gravitt. I haven't seen him in a few years. Today I saw his sister. I haven't seen her in a year or two. Ta-dow.....how you like me now.

A glimpse into scattered thought
......these words ran through my head today: "ere be known". I believe that phrase will find a place and purpose in the next poem I write.

It's Still Sad News
I thought about Bobby passing on before he passed. Peace out bro.

There are only a few people on this planet who bring out the best in me. I don't know why, but when I'm around one of those people I just seem to be crackin' jokes, my mind is alert, good cheer and warmth is in my heart, I stand a little taller, my confidence seems to swell, and a good time is had by all. I can only think of 3 people who have that effect on me any time they are around. One of those people died Saturday night. He was one of my choicest friends and I am really going to miss him fer sure. Goodbye Bobby, aka Big Bald Boob, aka Bobby Bottles. Man we had some good times............the best times! I remember when we were leaving after Future Fest.....cruising around in circles in the fieldy grass--hahaha....everybody was trippin! That was silly. I remember kickin it at Andrea's.......and we kept saying, "YOu cAn dO It!". Man, me and you were the only ones who used to always get buck to some rugged roughneck rap ish. We used to holler that stuff back and forth....like what what!! There are so many more times........all of them had always been my most favorite memories and I will continue to cherish them all the more. You were a troop, and you were my true. I'm going to miss you but I know that I will see you again. I love you man.

Say What?
"Sadam won't admit if he is hurt or dead"----FoxNews Channel

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME:
01 | drowning
02 | blowing milk out my nose when i laugh
03 | snorting
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THREE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME LAUGH:
01 | molly
02 | jim
03 | rachel
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THREE THINGS I LOVE:
01 | music
02 | technology
03 | cooperation
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THREE THINGS I DISLIKE:
01 | inefficiency
02 | mean people
03 | road rage
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THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND:
01 | chinese math
02 | when the universe began to exist
03 | power trips
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THREE THINGS ON MY DESK:
01 | cellular telly
02 | cds
03 | hello kitty notepad
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THREE THINGS I'M DOING RIGHT NOW:
01 | staying up too late
02 | stroking my chin stubble
03 | listening to an electric birds album
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THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE:
01 | live in norway, canada, and alaska
02 | make music electronically
03 | be myself
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THREE THINGS I CAN DO:
01 | think critically
02 | listen closely
03 | be silly
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THREE WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY PERSONALITY:
01 | thoughtful
02 | free spirited
03 | laid back
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THREE THINGS I CAN'T DO:
01 | manual labor
02 | work with measurements and dimensions
03 | draw
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THREE THINGS I THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO:
01 | hard house
02 | jungle
03 | tribal house
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THREE THINGS I DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO EVER:
01 | listen to everything
02 |
03 |
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THREE THINGS I SAY THE MOST:
01 | tight
02 | wack
03 | splindifferice
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THREE OF YOUR ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FOODS:
01 | peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
02 | ice cream
03 | cereal
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THREE THINGS YOU'D LIKE TO LEARN:
01 | norwegian
02 | music production
03 | a middle eastern language
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THREE BEVERAGES YOU DRINK REGULARLY:
01 | milk
02 | water
03 | oj
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THREE SHOWS YOU WATCHED WHEN YOU WERE A KID:
01 | transformers
02 | thundercats
03 | square one
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RANDOM QUESTIONS..
1. Are "cool" people really satisfied?
2. Is there a such thing as a vain sacrifice?
3. Is seperation of church and state proper?
4. Is it easier for ugly people to find love?
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DESCRIBE YOUR..
[ x ] Wallet - Unison-velcro, with the bonus pocket I can't go without
[ x ] Hairbrush - No thanks
[ x ] Toothbrush - Electronic
[ x ] Jewelry worn daily - G-Shock watch
[ x ] Pillow cover - grey with buttons
[ x ] Blanket - The same one that's on Sapranos and the Real World
[ x ] Coffee cup - No thanks
[ x ] Sunglasses - Hilfigger, black square-looking Arnold Schwarzenegger style--ugh!
[ x ] Underwear - Draws
[ x ] Favorite shirt - Thrift store d-lux
[ x ] Cologne/Perfume - Acqua Di--GIO--Giorgio Armani
[ x ] CD in stereo right now - Hardhouse Anthems vol3
[ x ] Tattoos - None
[ x ] Piercings - Took all of them out
[ x ] What you are wearing right now - Long sleeved Polo, Old Navy shorts
[ x ] In my mouth - Teefes
[ x ] In my head - It's only in my head
[ x ] Wishing - I could install my new hard drive already
[ x ] After this - Boom-beddie-bye-bye
[ x ] Fetishes - Lisps
[ x ] Person you wish you could see right now - Myself in 10 years
[ x ] Is next to you - TV
[ x ] Some of your favorite movies - Forrest Gump, The Saint, Field of Dreams, The Matrix, Minority Report, LOTR, Truman Show, Riding In Cars With Boys
[ x ] Something you're looking forward to in the upcoming month - paycheck
[ x ] The last thing you ate - Cream tuna over rice
[ x ] Something that you are deathly afraid of - Underachieving
[ x ] Do you like candles - Yes
[ x ] Do you believe in love - Yes
[ x ] Do you believe in soul mates - For some
[ x ] Do you believe in love at first sight - Yes, of sorts
[ x ] Do you believe in Heaven - Yes, 3 degrees
[ x ] Do you believe in God - Yes
[ x ] What do you want to do at your funeral - Listen to Octopus's Garden by the Beatles
[ x ] If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be - Cat
[ x ] What is the latest you've ever stayed up - 10 days; no lie
[ x ] Can you eat with chopsticks - Heck no
[ x ] What's your favorite coin - Quarter
[ x ] What are some of your favorite candies - Reeses Cups, Peanut Butter M&Ms, Resses Pieces
[ x ] What's something that you wish people would understand - Pride goes before the fall
[ x ] What's something you wish you could understand better - Geometry
[ x ] Who is someone that you really wish was still around? - Ronnie Van Zant

I have decided to log some of the normal occuring "psychic" experiences that take place in my life. The most common thing that happens is when I think about a person, say someone whom I haven't seen in a few years, then 5 mins later, or an hour or occassionaly a day later I see that person. Today I thought about Becky--I haven't seen her in a year or longer--then 5 minutes later there she is stopping by my job to say hello. Another day I was at work and reaching to get some cups out of the cabinet and Steve, my old manager, pops into my head. Ten seconds later he is at the counter. I must have thought of him exactly as he was approaching the store. The list goes on and on. Now I do want to be fair in my persuasions so I must make you aware of the circumstances involved. I do work at the mall, so you can imagine that I will surely be seeing old friends as they happen by. So one could argue that if I think to myself about 'x' number of my friends, it is likely that 'y' number of them will happen by my store and say hello. I agree and I wouldn't dispute this, but the funny part is that I usually get an inclination about this person just prior to them getting there. Now I will give a short list of people, the time of absence between contact with each other, and the time it took fer me to see them after I thought about them.

Stephanie, 7 years apart, 30 mins before I saw her. Matt, 4 years apart, 2 days before I saw him. Jason, 3 years apart, 2 days before I saw him. Jenny, 1 year apart, 1 hour before I saw her. Nathaniel, 1 year apart, 1 day before I saw him. Wendy, 4 years apart, 2 days before I saw her. Michael, 3 years apart, 3 hours before I saw him.

These are the people who I actually remember; there are more, I've never really tried to keep track. Now to be fair I will admit that there are plenty of people that stop by whom I DON'T think about before I see them. And even once, I thought about Angel so much that I was convinced that she was going to stop by, but never did. Still tho, more often that not it's the other way around.


Last Saturday at work I kept thinking in my head about the word contribution. I thought about how the word sounds when it is shortened to spell contribute. Contribution.....contribute. I was thinking hey it would be funny to say contribute just like you say contribution........except short....Con-tra-bute. Con-tra-bute. Contra-bute. Contra-bute. I kept saying it, and thinking.
Me and my fellow coworker continued our discussion on who the greatest rock group of all time is, and what do you know, he attempts to say, "Aerosmith hasn't contra-bute---contra-buted--con-trabuted.......contributed anything to music....argh". Finally he got it right but nonetheless he managed to stumble over it enough times to say it incorrectly at least a few times---just like I had been rehearsing in my head.

One night I had a dream that I got into the shower and saw 2 daddy-long-leg spiders in the shower. I woke up the next moring, got into the shower and pulled the curtain shut, and what do you know--I saw a daddy long leg spider. I thought, hmmm, there were 2 in my dream, and seconds later a second one crawled out from under the overlapped curtain.

Then there was the dream that I was at work and somebody was standing behind me and asked me the question, "Why do you measure each one of those pieces?" I answered, "Because they all have to be exactly the same." Later in that dream I was playing with a little mixed (black/white) girl. I did not know that I would be working with a new girl at work the next day. While I was working, at one point when she was standing behind me she asked, "Why do you measure each one of those?" I thought to myself......gee I guess I'll say the same thing I did in my dream last night......."Because they all have to be exactly the same", I replied. After finding out that she had a daughter I figured that her daughter must be mixed and she affirmed this to be true. Although the girl I was entertaining in my dream was older than her daughter whom I did see at a later date.

The last occurance that I will mention took place online in a chatroom. A girl asked if anybody wanted to play word association. I said yes not knowing what exactly it was, but I just figured that it must be simple--like someone throws a word out and the other person responds with the first (related) word that comes to mind. To get ready and open my imagination, I tried a little practice run in my head. I thought.........if she says castle.....I'll say moat. And then we were off. She started with happy, I said lucky, she said Ireland, I said castle, she said moat. Booya!!!!!!

Hehehehe.....it's all just nonsense tho. I always wonder what the significance must be.......and I have never figured it out. None I guess, just plain fun, or maybe so I won't be surprised when it actually does happen, or I see that person again. Word up doc on the ultimate.

IDM<------Intelligent Dance Music?
Sometimes the abbreviation IDM is used to describe a certain genre of electronic music usually associated with glitch/ambient/acid techno or even drill-n-bass artists such as Apex Twin, Squarepusher, Boards of Canada and Electric Birds. It does stand fer intelligent dance music, but I think that's a joke. With no disrespect to the artists I've mentioned, of whom are some of my favorite artists, there is nothing more intelligent about their brand of electronic music than others. I see people who resent the more puerile youth driven styles like jungle; they are always encouraging the masses to come over to the intelligent side or something. It's usually some people who went to a lot of jungle or breakbeat parties and went along with it but never really even liked it, then finally made the switch and now they beleive that "idm" is the all to end all. I just think that they like it because it gives validity to their eccentricities, and I agree on this matter because it satisifies the same imbalances fer me. But I also think that it makes them feel like some off brand genius too, hence the "intelligent" word association. Oh well. Later

I Have Abandoned Badtz--for now
I have been using Badtz Maru as a keychain since I got my Volkswagen Jetta, and I never thought twice about it. It brightened my day to have Mr. Maru there with me just chillin, and I could always plop him on the desk at school when I got bored in class. Unfortunately, I have noticed a lot of strange gestures and facial expressions in response to the ornament that I wear on my keychain, which is connected to a Polo Sport band that I wear around my neck--kinda like a necklace. Anyway, people be straight trippin because of it, so fer now, I have to let him take a seat, actually shotgun in my car, as I go solo; at least fer a little while. It's unfortunate, and it's not right, but the pressures from others to be normal, real or imagined, have made me want to eliminate the stress from my life. Hey, people look at me funny, and I don't feel like being judged right now, or stereotyped. I was at McDonald's and this girl and her mom just burst out laughing when I walked in the door.......and I admit, I know that it's funny to see a 23 year old guy with Badtz Maru hanging around my neck. In fact they thought that it was cute, so the scorn wasn't too bad. It is cute, Badtz is cute--he's cool, that's why I like 'em. There's just something inside of me that will always stay young, and be accepting of the little childish things that people somehow outgrow on their path to be "mature", or cool or whatever it is that makes you feel grown up. I'm just like hey, if it makes me or anybody else smile then it should be cherished and kept; and that's why I have kept somethings from my youth, to encourage and continue those warm fuzzy feelings. Word.

Things I Would Teach My Son (If I had one)

Don't ever be surprised when you see imperfect people.

Some things man knows, others he must learn from a woman.

There is always the truth, and those who despise it.

Me and my brother, Logan, went to Oregon Park today. No, it's not in Oregon, it's in Georgia where I live, but it's cool because they have a frisbee golf course. We were using the original frisbees referred to as "whammo"s, and everybody is freakin out talking about--"Hey man, you need a disc--you got a disc?" Everywhere I heard people around every corner talking about the disc, and making sure everybody was prepared and HAD THE DISC. So yeah, we bought some discs off of this guy who was there straight hustlin' them things. Nah, we knew that we needed the discs anyway, just hadn't thought to pick one up at the store. These guys were actually professionals, and they broke down the legistics of PDGA approved discs. Now we are IN like FLINN. I'm ready for the pros--look out.

You know that saying "In like Flinn"? If I'm not mistaken it's actually about a guy who was found guilty and sentenced and was subsequently IN jail. I changed my mind, I don't want to be IN like Flinn anymore.

I am so friggin mad rather ill because Geogia withdrew their basketball team from the SEC and NCAA tournaments. A whole season played for naught. We were going to win it all, and now I can say this forever, and you can never prove it otherwise, hehe. No deep insights today my friends; only because I am short on time, as always. You know what's up. I like love the strike, it's cool. Later

Ok Ok Ok.......I got some lyrics for ya, but these aren't the ones that I promised earlier. Those lyrics are yet to come, when I have a chance to analyze them and expound on the deep insights involved. These lyrics are so hype tho! I'm only giving you a sample because you can prolly only handle it in small doses. Now what makes these lyrics phat is not necessarily lyrical wit or cunning, but raw emotion and true intent. The emotion that is conveyed digs much deeper than a fancy word puzzle, which no disrespect to the fancy rhyme scheduling--I love clever lyrics--and now days lyrics have become extremely elementary; it's pathetic. But this junk be hittin hard. Imagine someone holding a mic in the grip of their palm, in a one bulb room--dirty, grimey--ripping it to pieces just to let you know what the steez is. The lyrics contained in these verses were so original at the time, I remember it when it first dropped--at first I was like "Yo, I don't know, he's not really saying anything, he's just going off, but what's he saying?" Now I know what he's saying. These verses have been the souce material for countless phat breaks tracks, as they pull his lyrics straight out of the misunderstood past where the lyrics were never recognized, and used them in the future to define a sound strictly about the phuture. Check it.


....I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like suds you duds
Coming out with the wick wack, wicky, wiggable wack
Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back
The funk rhyme to master, blaster
Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
Rap storm, rap form
Rap time, rap rhyme
Rap class, I'm here to fail and to pass
To continue furthermore on the hype tip
I roll and rock, rock and roll
Jazz and pop, rhythm and Blues
Dance and fusion, pain confusion
Look at the lights, what a night on the town
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the east coast

Now I'm back to funk, freak the funk
Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that junk
I get busy on 'em, communicate wit the world
Man, woman, a baby boy and a girl..........................Kool Keith - Poppa Large
You can hear the entire song
here.

Yo, I am at school today. I am just all disturbed over my grades in precalculus. I can't believe that my grades are getting worse and worse--it's my second time taking the same class! Is there any explantion to how a person could take a class the first time, never do the homework, and go into the final with an A (I did bomb the final and ended up with a B), and then take the class a second time just to brush up on skills, do all of the homework and get grades dropping into the C range? Is this possible? My grade right now is a B, right at 80% tho. My test scores are getting worse--I can't believe this--86, 79, then 75. I am baffled. I used to be a math wiz who received 2 "Student of the Semester" awards since I started school at Perimeter College. I do have a theory--as I always do for strange phenomenom. I recognize that I am a fast, and good learner when it comes to learning something NEW. When something is new to me, I grasp hold of it and figure it out. But I suppose that if it is old stuff, I just can't be completly alert and my senses become dull to the "tired" material. Still tho, it seems that I should be doing better, just because practice makes you better. I do have another explantion as to why I am not doing as well in this math class as appposed to math classes in the past, but I have to go to US History, so more about that later. Peace.

Yo, if a song could actually live and breathe; being injected with life, it would sound like Let It Go by Con. This song should be listened to in full to get the full effect but check out the sample anyway. The overall tone is a pulsing bass groove, which seems to me to take on a life of its own, as the words "let it go" echo in and out. This song can be found on a mix album by Baby Anne called "Dark Side Of The Boom". I highly recommend the album--it's an all out bass and breaks assault. She is from Florida--the home of breakbeats for those who don't know. You better act like you know. Her second album, "Bass Queen In The Mix: 2", is an all-time classic! Rock on.

Yes, I fight sleep like a child. I imagine that some people who are overweight never receive the signals from the brain which tell them that they are full and they can stop eating. When it gets late my brain sends signals that tell me to stay up just little longer. It's true that it is 5:28 am and I am not even tired. In fact quite the contrary; I feel like I am running in optimal mode right now. My senses are peaked, my mind creative and fluid, and rhythm dictates my mood and attitude--in short I am in the zone. In the groove--like Stella when she finally got it back, but even better if you believe that. Ha! So what do you think of the blog style of writing that is like sooped up ghetto-nu-skool strictly fer da enta net hedz? U sen dat shiz? It's cool. I like it, but mine needs some work. I gotta put my own original funk on it, and make it funk nasty. I want to quote a brilliant song soon, and i will me nex post I believe. Nighty-night fer now.

" I can't talk to my mother so I talk to my diary"---Scarface of The Geto Boys

I am back at the cribby crib. I kicked it with my best friend-next to kin and her friend, make that a friend of a friend; it was cool but then again, the chances of it not being so are slim as a wafer is thin. Hehe that was supposed to rhyme you see. They are super cool people; yay. It was also cool, because I got to be out in the city, late at night and Planet 8 was on the radio. I have to work tomorrow so I am checking in before I go to boom beddie bye bye. I also wanted to share an ode to my companion--the diary.

Dear Diary,
I have looked across the shindoa of your friendly confines~
and entered in therein between a preverb's passage~
Your borders have I approched with amarkable intent~
and felt the rubute force as I neared wit's end~
Yet a rebuttal never existed in the pages' parasense~
securing my passions in innocent delaquence~

Today we are going to do some exercises with randomness and improvision, so be ready to participate. First though I want to mention that if there is a general idea associated with randomness, this is not it. I imagine that a very popular connotation would be random acts of kindness. RAC are lovely, however, and I encourage that practice, but I am talking about the randomness that comes straight from the unknown.

In fact my favorite thing about randomness is that it originates in the deepest recesses of the mind. Somehow it is a reflection of yourself, I beleive. Now sometimes something may appear to be random, when it really isn't. Like when something seems to have just popped into your mind.

On occasion when I think about stuff , I like to keep track of how my thoughts flow, and how I arrive at different thoughts or ideas, usually about the past (I don't know why). For instance at Taco Bell on Tuesday, I looked at a picture and then the next thing I know I am thinking about how intuition is a skill I make use of in my life. Seems random. But then I was like wait, let me remember how I arrived at this idea. First I looked at a picture on the wall when I sat down. I'm in Taco Bell, so you know that they gotta have some Spanish style decorations up in there. This picture depicted a few stucco style homes in a sun dried desert. I thought................

............."Ugh, it would be so disheartening to have to live in a place so drab, and beaten down by the sun. Wow, you know, people actually find those short funky homes and the sun scorched sand of the desert beautiful. Man, Molly(my best friend)'s mom loves the desert--she thinks that it is beautiful. We (me and her mom) are alike in many ways, but I would say that we part ways on this. I remember when my dad said we (me and my dad) part ways. We were in the kitchen and I was demonstrating some fencing moves I had learned in class. Yea, I remember that he asked me if I liked fencing, and I said yes. He said, 'That's where you and I part ways'. Fencing was pretty fun. I remember the first day. The teacher thought that I was going to be very good, because I was able to block so many of my opponets advances (I wasn't that great tho). You know, when someone aims to hit me, I never focus directly on the incoming strike, but I just kinda use my general awareness of the entire situation at hand and react with a measure of intuition. Wow, you know, that does characterize me pretty well."..............

Alas, the beginning followed a direct line of thought to the end and there was really no randomness involved.
Sometimes randomness is a reality. Sometimes thoughts DO just pop into your head. On to the exercises!

"Some moods can not be expressed in any other way, except through jazz music"----meekythegeek

This one kinda involves jazz music. We are going to get into the groove of improvision like jazz musicians and singers do. As if a funky and sultry jazz tune filled the room, in its typical rich rhythmatic way, join in on the random jazz chantings and vibings with me. Feel free to make up your own sounds, for that is the objective of this exercise. It's like.....skibbadee-bop-doo-wop-ba-dada-beep-beep-da-da. Whoah-oh-oh-yea--biddie-bop-shoe-wopdo-wop-shibbidy-boo-booboo-boo. Biddie-ba-ba-say-whoah-oh-yeah.........
Ok that was silly. And you are a silly-willy if you even took part in that. You prolly didn't, so I must applaud you for remaining calm and posied, and unwilling to succomb to such uncoolness--sike.

I admit, that was not completely random. For it was scripted and it did follow the guidelines of words and sounds which resonate, rhyme and flow together. Even more, you may have followed my example all together. It's cool tho, now you are ready for the next and most random exercise.

This one is very useful to relax, or even meditate. I have never used it for either of the aforementioned, but hey! it sounded good. Actually, I have used it to help me go to sleep when I have been restless. So it's good for something.

Basically I close my eyes and allow words to pop into my mind (sometimes word pairs or phrases--I don't know why). I wait and then I begin to wonder, "Gee is a word going to pop into my mind or what?". And then, there it is--water vapor--comes to mind. I think, whoah! where did that come from? "That one doesn't count", I say to myself, "You made it up". Then I think, "Hey it does count, it doesn't matter how I arrive at the word(s)". Then they just keep coming, and every one that comes to mind just tickles me. It just fascinates me, as I wonder where in the heck it came from. Pure random nonsense, straight from the deepest darkest recesses of the mind-WOW. It’s madness I tell you.

One time I did catalog the experience when I was tired, and I was able to write it down before I fell back asleep. It went..........”water vapor, volatile substance, common good, distraction, space, touchdown, lay down, they always have perfume, there is a major breech, I look for all of us, the humanities, humidified”.........

And that my friends is looking madness directly in the face. It never ceases to amaze me. Anyway, it is fun and I hope that you try it some time. Peace out!

"The formalities of this and that~~Is that Kriss Kross ain't comin off wack"---Kris Kross

I am by no means a polished writer. I'll prolly get better as I continue in my journal, so just know this man. With a slight urge from one of my distant friends, I decided to do the diary. And I will be doing the diary and it will be doing me, for we are one. Ok no jk, but what I'm trying to say is that when it comes to writing my thoughts they are very heavily analization oriented, beginning with myself. Sometimes I get confessional---Ok all of the time. But you just don't understand the joys of being completely honest with one's self. Alas there are pains also, for it can hurt to admit that the only reason you say and do somethings is because you haven't got the audacity, courage<--wrong word, blind courage<--better word, to do otherwise. Ouch. Admit that to yourself, sometime.

"I am so brutally honest with myself that I get hurt sometimes. Maybe that's why I always commit to fix-er-upper relationships. But I trust myself so much, that I want to be like me when I grow up"---meekythegeek

......and the beat goes on......
Ok I love music too, so you will be obliged to hear about the inner complexities and meanings to music which goes thump, thud, wha-ha-wah, boom-bip. Start looking forward to that now.

Don't fret, this diary will not be a "emo"-styled confessional laced with sympathy-driven eulogies. I plan on having a good time, as you should too. You are my audience, my ears, to validate my existence and my ability to use words in a manner to communicate something that I am actually making up as we speak, ad hoc. Rock on.

Let's get to some critical self-analysis. Micah is the kind of person who has much much potential for good within him. And that is what it is, and may always remain to be---potential--unfortunately. Part of this potential is based in the fact that I am so chill, and so there is no natural inclination to do any sort of evil or bad or meanness. So I am just kind of open, it I rule out the the bad, as I strive to do, then viola; I'm a good guy. Yay. In the equation to being chill and open, is being persuaded, as I can be by the environment which surrounds me. My friend mentions diary, and me a ball of potential who looks to other poeple for inspiration, follows the lead. In my defense, I am mighty creative own my own, and you know what? I form all of my all-important morals own my own; I trust myself. But I am fascinated by people and look to them to find things within myself. On a note about how environment may sway a person like me, it becomes apparent to me that to a great extent people are a product of their environment. BUT it is up that person to create the proper environment. That's why my responsibility comes in. I must make the environment that will make me.

Another side note: it is interesting to me that 2pac, who shares the same b-day as me, raps about everything in a tense which isn't really past present or future, although it is closely related to the future. It is a tense of possibilities, but not yet, or ever really intended to be realized. Many of those possibilities were realized, but his rhymes existed in a sea of possibilities.

Side note 3: I am a believer. I am aware of all the possibilities in life. I can see the potential for much good. I believe in great things, and even things which can't be proven by human science--at least not yet, because they are spiritual I guess. it's like how in kids' miovies the grown-ups can never see the elves, angels, and magic taking place because they don't believe. I am a believer.

Peter Pan, right, you couldn't fly unless you believed (so I hear, never saw the flick). Well as soon as you don't belive that you can't do something per se, well at that point you can be sure that it won't happen. It's like duh.

AND THE FINAL MOST IMPORTANT POINT TO MY RAMBLINGS, (connected to believing): That's is what this life is ALL about, believing, or faith--period. Lesson numero uno. That is the skill which we are required to learn and harness while we are here, and the power of faith is what causes things to come to pass. Start believing.