Late upload.
But had to share.
Cause Puspos did it again, damn.

Writers 'C' Block

So, I'm taking this 'writing the news' class

And I thought I would really enjoy the class

But, I realize I'm not really fond of it

I'm a communication major

Most people think I plan on eventually working with the news by way of writing it

And I have no means to

I don't wanna be a reporter for the news

I don't wanna be told what to write or how to write

I don't wanna feel the pressure of needing to produce 'articles' daily and with a very short time limit

I don't wanna get straight to the point

I don't wanna tell you exactly what happens

I wanna describe that feeling

Like when you're at work and you fuck up and your body tenses up

Then you start fidgeting with your fingers from nervousness

And you ask God to help you out this one time and you PROMISE him you'll never ask for anything ever again

When your heart wants to jump outta your chest

That feeling

I wanna start on a piece  and then forget about it then come back and edit it

I like to write the same way I like to enjoy my tea; hot and slow

Well minus the hot part, but you catch my drift… right?

So I guess every bone, muscle, vein, cartilage, etc.  in my body has been preventing me from writing the way I need to write for this class

I tell myself that it's just a class and it doesn’t mean this is what I want to be doing

But I'm stubborn as fuck when it comes to putting my name on a piece of writing that has to be shared with the whole class and I don't put my heart in it. 

they say my gender is my destiny, but fuck that

We want what we can’t have, commodity makes us want it 
So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it 
Got to show ‘em, so exclusive, this that new shoe
A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in 
Look at me, look at me, I’m a cool kid 
I’m an individual, yea, but I’m part of a movement 
My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it 
They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said 
Look at what that swoosh did 
See it consumed my thoughts 
Are you stupid, don’t crease ‘em, just leave ‘em in that box 
Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk 
That’s my air bubble and I’m lost, if it pops 
We are what we wear, we wear what we are 
But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all 
Will I stand for change, or stay in my box 
These Nikes help me define me, but I’m trying to take mine, off 

American Comedy at its finest.

Charlie Chaplin said "A Life Without Laughter Is A Life Wasted."




Happy Saturday!
This is me procrastinating on doing some homework. 

Constant cycle.

...and then some