Games, Hip Hop, etc.

Get to Work, or Get to Stepping.

Spent all my time, thinking about you.

After that I spent more time writing about you

Rarely did we ever talk or see eachother

And when we did, it was always so quiet.

Have you ever thought about how much I cared about you?

My feline, Flint, he’s the cat I’ve been talkin’ about. Gray-ish White fur, and that shit is everywhere. He has these wide jade eyes, that he stares me to death with everyday. A layed back feline I tell ya, and skinny.

Oh yeah, don’t get in his face or in between what he loves, he’ll smack then shit out of you. Smack him, and he’ll hit back even harder, I swear dawg, Flint Tyson, Muhammad A-Flint, Manny Flint-io, Flint-eye the Sailorman.

Okay so, I entered this mall, it was the North White Stallion or some shit like that. They have these…door dudes, they kinda stand there and greets everyone. Yo, there were three people that walked in front of me, they all got a “Welcome” or “How ya doin”. So I walk…and walk…and walk, I didn’t get anything from this dude. Part of me wants to say forgive him and walk away, but my legs are another part of me and they’re already proceeding to confront this 1940’s Russian officer lookin’ mothaf*cka. I told him about my problem, he responded “I don’t have to say anything to everyone.”…I felt like, 5 variations of the same emotion at the same time…

*To Be Continued*

I need to be surrounded by more positivity, and more hip hop heads.

I needs new friends, yo.

I poured that milk in there, man. I almost melted as it passed in between the flakes and filled that bowl up. Marry me, me and this moment would have all kinds of kids, yo. That cat tried to look too, hell nah, I smacked him twice. Nah I’m just playin’, we just looked into the bowl. We could’ve lived our whole life lookin’ at this damn bowl of cereal, dawg. BOW! I got smacked, that cat don’t play about his milk neither, I didn’t even smack him back, that milk was too good. I just drunk it in front of him, ol’ furry ass. I fell asleep, I guess he was mad so he pissed on my floor…damn.

This cat…it better stop staring at me. That’s what I thought, as I walked toward his ass. I was being nice, got all up in his face with and smile, BOW! He smacked the shit out of me, I smacked him back, I smacked him HARD. After we exchanged smacks, I fed him, and he fell asleep on my lap, now that’s love yo.

Pictures are hard as fuck, so Ima write some random ass stories since I’m good at that and stuff….a’ight?