Worth A Mill On The Low

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Submitted by dutterman.

EPMD

it has been a while since i last posted anything of interest upon this site. apologies, people. maybe it is procrastination following my scent to the online realms. maybe it's the fact that i keep reading other people's blogs without contributing to my own. maybe it's making other projects get off the ground besides this blog. as a matter of fact, it's alladat an' a bag of sun chips. when bouncing around the internets to find the best template for my blog, i believed this to be the best one for me, because of it being so easy. wish i was more technologically inclined; it'll be easier and more of a pleasing challenge to shape this in the way that i want to present myself and my ideas. i want to show pictures without captions, audio without disjointed buttons, certain things to be in one place and not shown everywhere. can vox or anyone else show me how to do this?

it would be very easy to feel depressed/

gray skies pouring rain not moving discarded like sweater vests/

in the humidity known as the 305/

it seems i'm not favored for insight into whatever happens to lives/

however i'm somewhat elated/

debating as to whether i should be shouldn't be from what i created/

a cacophony of incompetence/

started out strong after senior high but now i'm an afghani looking at food bombers fly by with my presents/

but do i really matter/

that's the signifier as to how or what is necessary or desired to be worth of the chatter/

amidst all other writers and bloggers/

i wish to show and prove but by not posting enough that audience's snores cut the air like loggers/

so i need to switch it up/

if it cannot be on a daily basis let it be quality to fill the brim of indian teacups/

and do it till it's done/

as of right now, expect a little bit more now to check on the mill, fathers mothers daughters canines and sons/

got a lil sumsum about memorial day, sumsum on r kelly, and sumsum on comics

until next time...

(ADD)+(FRUSTRATION)+(SLOTH)+(CREATIVITY)-(ID)+2(SUPEREGO)-(FOCUS)+10^100(BULLSHIT EXCUSES)=

NOT BLOGGING and/or HALF-ASSED BLOGGING

DARKSEID would feel satisfied in this internet universe

See the smile on his face?

If he's happy, the world's in trouble.

Who'll save us from half ass blogging?

In beginning this web log ( I use this term for my laptop has Windows 97) I see this as a springboard to starting my career as a writer. Ideally, as a creative writer, but I’ll take to being a reporter for a newspaper, covering all types of beats in order to fuel the creativity in me. Of course, getting a paycheck is grateful, but for now I can excuse the lack of money if lessons are learned for the better.

Now here’s the question most people would ask: “, why would you want to work in an area where no one else wants to die with?”

And I answer these good-natured folk: “People, beautiful people convinced in your abilities and cognizance, how cannot you recognize the joy I get from unloading with the language you take for granted?”

And they tell me: “, this here ain’t porn. You don’t unload with the language, you ain’t flipping gymnastics, you ain’t giving screwed faces to the camera! So, we ask again ( in the James Earl Jones boom) what dost thou thinkest thou art faithful by in thine undertaking?”

And as soon as I figure out what the fuhhhh they were asking (about 22 seconds in the Al B. Sure! pose), I find myself in a “a-ha!” moment and begin sitting the gathering down in a semicircle to tell them a rationalizing that should result in me with a couple slaps to the head.

“people, beautiful people in this land the illuminati call the , let me learn you all, as the old folk say.

As a young youth not rockin’ the gold tooth, I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere without my parents’ permission. It was an unfair practice, for my sister had her leniencies as well as the firstborn son, which wasn’t me. Because of being cooped up in the house, not being able to make friends, I had the telly (no kojak) and books. Most books in the house I couldn’t read, and the tube stayed on CNN. In this time period it was all about the , some senator from AK killin’ the sax on Arsenio, and the end of Star Trek: The Next Generation (unfortunate for me)

until later, i shall add more...

for your listening pleasure, however, is an offering from mos def when he decided to spend his travails with DJ Honda

Mos Def - Travellin' Man

mos def

i've spent a lot of time reading and viewing other blogs before i decided to add my two cents to the equation. there's a lot of things that interest me as a person and as someone whose career path involves wri- IS writing. however, as i read in a book, it's that if all the advice in the world was put onto two refrigerator magnets, it would be to

(1) pursue excellence, or

(2) pursue balance

This actually reminds me of what i used to do as an "owner" in PrePaid Legal Services. a random thought but i think that's what i'll be expounding on when i create the chance.

there's other things of interest, but it's like pastors and the bible: can't put it out all at once, but a little tidbit here and there can make the world right.

until next time...

i typed this previously with not much research, knee-jerk reactions, incomprehensible stream-of-consciousness jumping, and haphazard styling. Enjoy!

It’s not supposed to be this cold in April. If it was possible to speak to the trees and the birds right now, it’s possible the birds would be cussing out us humans for changing their migration patterns after all these centuries. Would we care about their complaints? Hell no. However, the birds have a greater chance for positive change for them for one simple reason:

They’re not Negro.

Funny, isn’t it? We can easily but pets from the pet store, treat them intimately, cook dishes and bathe and comb them, make them prissy for delights both personal and confidential, and yet our noses and airs get stiff when helping our fellow man.

Any person would see this and believe that racism is in any form, that John Wilson is on his Spike Lee spiel minus the floating shots and faints of jazz in poignant scenes. And they would be right! John Wilson is on his Spike Lee spiel minus quality actors and tributes to the Knickerbockers. All forms of complaining in all formats of media go to the same idea that persecution is lacking on those who deserve the trials for the wrongs they have committed. The birds would want justice for global warming, for the naked peak of Mount Kilimanjaro, for the artificial popcorn fed to them on Lincoln Road. But who’s going to war for them? Former presidential candidates, ex-vice presidents, people who make moves in the worlds of science, politics, and technology. But who goes to war for the Negro?

Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton

Yes!

When a response is created with limited knowledge of the offending party and no concrete idea of how to organize it to be well suited to the readers, it becomes shit. Especially when you strain yourself to make connections to another subject which is totally unrelated, like the birds and global warming and how it connects with outcries from the black community.

In a simple thought, it dawned on me that this is what was missing in my life. Before this whole waste of news time dedicated to Rutgers and don dawned upon my consciousness, I recognized that there wasn’t much tabloid shit in the news. Besides the paternity tests for Anna Nicole Smith’s child and the body count in the Fertile Crescent, things were pretty much honky dory in the states.

I thank don imus and the politically correct society which has traded suffering of fools for more soapboxes to preach on for giving me another reason to feel sad about my life and racism and everything else.

I’ll make this short and blunt about all the characters in this “ordeal”:

Don: calling them nappy-headed hoes was uncalled for. First of all, they have perms. Second of all, if they were hoes, then it would have shown itself in all its holy glory. Third, I’ll admit they are not attractive by the western definition of beauty, but Tennessee got it going on. Lastly, it takes hoes to know hoes. Next?

Rutgers: it was truly a foolish insensitive comment on a group of young women who achieved the greatest dream of their season by teamwork and trust in their coach/leader. If allowed, the team should slap the hell out of the administration and the reverends two for exploiting this to their own ends. But then, if it were not true, then nobody would have given it much attention. Or better yet, if money could not be made from this, then it would have been ignored.

Donations for UF are nice right now; how about yours?

The Channels: How is it possible to get people to stop thinking about the debacle that is the war in Iraq for this month? How about a media lynching? Yes! Who can we pick? How about we let the pundits pick for us? Yes! Don Imus? What did he say? Yes! Bring out the rope!

The Reverends: I keep asking myself which is worse right now; could it be you two, the people who still support you, the suckers willing to believe you, the community who uses Jesus and Jehovah as substitutes for moral decency and good weed, calvin’s so called valid statement about the comment, or don himself?

The Book Companies: people don’t read, and when they do believe that it’s rarely positive to their life. They buy the hardcover price, speak ill on it, take it home and to family and friends, read it with the sight of little girls with teen beat and the national Enquirer to see what matches, all to basically prove their point about the evil in this world. The fellatio champ became a bestseller, white girl killer would have been a bestseller, bash brother number one was a bestseller, and don will become a bestseller. Smart move guys.

I got words for al. hmmm…

It's hard to do an introductory post. There is usually the "here I am, this is what I'm about, if it's good, it's good, if it's not, it's not" way of telling, and then there is the "oh my goodness, I'm on the scene!!!" way of telling. For myself, not to be apathetic, but it's whatever man. The best way I can tell anything without being static is by a nice 16:

He’s supposed to be worth a mill on the low/

And the weather report stated there’s a change in the flow/

The H.M.S. Titanic fell because of an ice floe/

And human frailty in full effect nothing sacred but their own/

A microcosm reflects society in these days so/

What else can I do except report with my info/

The absent shooter with the phantom gun was a start/

But messages need marketing not just shouts from the heart/

So I re-up, reintroduce myself as the mill master/

Not a millionaire but I reward those sufferers of cancer/

With info gleaned from the fields to patch you up like plaster/

Killing off ignorance and whatever else even faster/

Money is applied knowledge I'm filled to the brim/

Time invested needs to pay off as I write with the pin/

And transfer to the keypad connected to the webs of the earth/

The low mill theory is here for what its worth/

with this i hope to share my interests, my investigations, my hip-hop, my comic books, my dreams, my failures, and everything else which comes into play.

until next time...