Quote of the Day: "A wise man is superior to any insults which can be put upon him, and the best reply to unseemly behavior is patience and moderation."

My mind sat dormant in the bosom of time, riding on her back and allowing time to bring me any place it deemed necessary. My thoughts traveled to many places from the parties in DC, to the bliss of first entering her walls, to pain of receiving the phone call when she told me not to travel to NY b/c she just couldn't do it and then to my apartment in NJ. Many things happened in that place. That domain was the battleground for exotic love affairs, fights with crazy ex girlfriends to an entry level to a higher plateau of learning. My Boy Chuck had left me a half of L of Purple already rolled up w/ a little piece of playing card in the tip to maintain the barrel circumference to allow maximum psychedelic smoke to hit the lungs and launch ones mind into space.

I sat on the couch in my living room admiring all of the art work dawned upon my walls when I got the sudden case of the munchies. I didn't want to cook, I wanted something quick. There was one piece of lunch meat in the fridge and I wasn't in the mood for the good ole Peanut Butter and Jelly. I opened the fridge and what did I see? A nice Big Ole Fried Chicken Hungry Man TV Dinner. I don't know why I do this but every time I eat a microwavable dinner I read the directions... all of them. My mind on mars and I noticed that a dictator must work at the Swanson company. Orders being shouted at me in print.

add brownie and heat for 1 minute

WTF!!!!

I just want a damn TV dinner so i can watch TV and be HIGH! and now I'm not even hungry anymore. I threw the box in the fridge and went back to sit on the couch. I picked up the remote control, flipped 2 channels and realized I was watching what was on the other channel. Then my brain got a text message from my stomach and told him to stop lying nigga you're hungry. I went back to the fridge looked at the directions again... fuck it! I ripped the plastic wrap off the black plastic tray hit 9-0-0 and then the high button, then START! I stomped back into the living room and plopped down on the couch and continued to watch TV until I heard the ding. I drowned my chicken in hot sauce and proceeded to eat the wing, drumstick and some other mystery piece of chicken that I'm not sure what the hell it was but I do know it tasted GRREATTT.

You see I refuse to be a sheep to anyone. I am and will always be my own person. I follow directions for the most part but I do it in my own way. There is a fact that some orders/Laws are simply stupid. I know I created the blog laws but that's different. I'm the evil dictator in this world. Muuahahahaha!! But people who are in lock and key w/o a thought of their own need to smell the coffee and wake up. People will follow the code totally unaware they are selling them self short of their potential. They will buy the latest piece of fashion cause Beyonce or Jay-Z has it on, they will spend thousand on the latest rims, they will give their right arm for a product promising to make them the hottest thing this side of the sun. Because deep down inside they hate them self. No I'm just playing but because most guys can't get girls w/o the fancy car, big chain or big wad of cash. Most woman are unaware that they are just as sexy with their hair in a pony tail and sweat pants as they are if they wear pumps and those jeans which highlight the crack of their ass. Well continue to wear the ass crack jeans Xilla loves those...

Read Between The Lines.

Allow your mind to ride the back of time, where does it take you?