It’s a muggy moist and humid evening in New York City…

Summer is upon us. A silent pressure lies within me I can’t help but entertain it. It as well as the other thoughts, wants, and needs. I’m in a million places at once sitting still. I wish I was at a backyard get together with all of my friends. I wish I was traveling on road trip or on a plane. I need to secure finances for the next few months into the next season. I want to go on a date with one woman out of all the women in the whole fucking city and the shit clicks. But at this particular moment I want to be elsewhere…….

Another Boring ass night cruising on OKcupid…

these women are full of shit…..

With a cigarette pursed to my lips…

Mental exhaustion + Physical exhaustion = a very stern fuck you. I’m seriously running on fumes everything from home life to my job, and let’s not forget that ever so deceitful mother fucker the past. I’ve just about had it. I lived through, and continue to live through some terrible situations. I wake up everyday fighting for my future. I can still see the world in color, but everything is just a little more pointless now, a little more irritating. I watch the news, I’m in the public, and all I see is the bullshit that pours from people’s souls. Racial agenda, gay agenda, anti-gay agenda, religious agenda, atheist agenda, what Love is, what beauty is, what good is. Everybody swears they’re right. SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! I’m sick of the bullshit. Fuck you and your thoughts and your supercilliousness, your store bought righteousness. Am I being hypocritical by posting my personal views and saying what I said? No see…anybody else’s opinion more than likely is stated under the facade of not looking for validation, but we all know that’s a damn lie. I genuinely don’t care if you get my point. To be quite honest it’s all pointless.,why? Because of the fact we’re entitled to our own point of view. In knowing that My rebuttal to your rebuttal is still a starched and pressed….Fuck You! I know I’m not being heard really. This is the ambient buzz you hear in complete silence. Things aren’t going to change because I wrote and posted this. That’s acceptable. I’m just making something that was alive in my mind semi tangible. My psychological cigarette ( I quit smoking by the way 4 months now) Whether you listened or heard or ignored have a good one…..

Just thinking to myself.

About who and where I was 10 years ago. In reality not much has changed. The base of who I was is still here. I’m still full of thoughts and things only I find funny. I still don’t really feel youthful, but glad that I’m still young enough to make things correct. I’m not bitter. I still think about what my wife and children will look like, but then I think about my exes or these sloppy ass hoes being all willy nilly with their pussy Just fucking anybody because they’re in their youth blah blah blah, then I think about being single for a long ass time. I think about how to finalize my dreams, and bring them to fruition. I try not to kill myself in thought or be afraid, but that shit is hard. 10 years past and yeah there are a million things different. I’ve had a bunch of new experiences good and bad, and I have a lifetime more. But it’s moments like these where It’s early in the morning, I have music in my ears, and I’m gone. That never has changed and I ain’t mad at that.

A KingUnseen of an unknown fate, but I never quite die. Child of a side ways 8.



Soo tonight I went to my favorite used dvd store. I bullshitted for a few hours and selected some things. 2 comedies a horror and an indie. Anger Management,Me Myself & Irene, The Wackness, and Stephen King’s It. Without realizing it before purchasing is they all have a weird correlation with me(cept for it). I’m too tired to go into how but if you knew me you could probably see it. Anyways if you live in new york city hit up BookOff used dvds,cd’s,books,and video games. 45th snd 5th.