polyphony.

well alright.

i've come to the most unfortunate conclusion that my father is truly my worst enemy. he has the fucking nerve to wonder why my brother is hell bent on pulling up the stakes and moving on. are you serious, dude? really? i used to worry about talking about the shit he does for fear of unfairly demonizing him, but it's not really my fault if his own actions paint his character red. i swear that i'll only convey truth.

so fuck it.

dude is trying to thwart my shit yo. that's like his lot in life; throw a halt at anything i'm interested in. but dig this, i can't be fucking stopped. why the fuck you gotta keep a hand in everything i do? we both some trying black men, with things to do, a lil dream here and there, and responsibilities to have at. i'm not a little child anymore. i'm sayin, just because i'm trying to accomplish things you wouldn't necessarily do, don't mean i'm not about it.

i dunno. but he's trying to avert. and it's not gonna happen.

lol.. i need a better job. i have to get out of here. fuck it, if i have to get a roommate and exit stage left, i'm doing so. i'm not being prissy about this anymore, i don't have the time or energy to split my attention 1,732 different ways, school/work/music/writing/father/father/father/dad/father/father/women/father/etc. nah mean. i ain't even about that, because it's fucking ridiculous. i can't change him, can't get him out my pocket while i'm here, but can damn sure get a new pair of pants. he ain't fuckin with those pockets. damn that.
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these people at the library are like vultures for comps yo. niggas bout fight over a damn pc. *sigh*
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saw my cousin today, she's in temple, doing her thing. (props to benjie)
she's going into journalism next year. i'm seriously thinking about journalism/photojournalism. i wanna improve on my writing ability, but i wanna be involved in art.

*shrug*

i'll figure it out.

right now tho, gotta get the fuck out of this hell hole.