Beggars, Bums Galore

New York city subways have become the home of a new workplace. i swear i feel as if people are going to college and majoring in Bumology and BeggarSci lol. every single day, no matter the time of day or the train im on, im faced with at least 2 or 3 beggars pleading their cases as to why i should "spare some change". Before, when i would see one or two bums a month, i'd feel sympathy and if i had it, i'd give it, but now, begging has become more of a routine, their stories concocked, leaving me with no remorse whatsoever. on sunday i was riding the six train home after a long weekend upstate. i was tired and anxious to get home. a small black woman, who was rather dirty with braids and a purple bandana pointed at me. i recognized her from a month back when i saw her harrassing a young, what looked to be successful, woman. anyways the black woman proceeded to come up to me and say "hi, :::pulls out nextel, flips it open::: this is my son, i cant get foodstamps to feed him and im going to have to resort to pleasuring men, something i dont want to do" when i told her i had no money she proceeded to call me a fucking liar, suck her teeth, and go bother another young woman. i was soooooo mad and baffled. im so sick of people trying to get over on others. i dont give a damn what these "beggars" are going through, if you can ride the train from 9-5 telling some bullshit story then im sure you can get a job. i dont mean to sound coldhearted but life is going to be hard. suck it up. dont try and con others to live off their hard work. "dont take kindness for weakness"

LIVE.LIFE.MOE

MEET BOBBYLEE. yea :::looks up::: mhmm that's him. he holds some part of my heart. the part that pumps the blood, yea that part. Anyways, he sitting here with me and i think that he's so amazing, that the whole cyber galaxy should hear about him.

BOBBYLEE, JUST LIVES LIFE.
nothing more...nothing less
he eats once a day, skateboards, draws, sex, dances, and sleeps for 13mins a day.
he lives on MARS, the planet

today i asked bobby why he doesnt like do anything productive and he replied

"Do you know what clouds are made of moe?"
and i said "no what?"

and he responded " CLOUDS ARE BIG FORMATIONS OF PEOPLES DREAMS, DREAMS THEY'VE LET GO ...AND ME, I JUST LIVE IN THE CLOUDS, AND I DONT EVEN KNOW MOE"


i just sat there, and realized, we as individuals have so many dreams, so many success', so much that we just put to waste because of judgements and obstacles. but bobby, he just lives and i think everyone should do just that, live life, life without REGRET.

do what makes you happy and do it well, live it to the fullest.

ttyl i gotta go dance reggae with bobbylee

Diamonds are FOREVER.

when jay-z stops making classics, i will still be sucking him to the fullest.
i give him more respect than any other artist.
blah blah biggie, blah blah tupac...yes they're "legends"
but i will put everything i believe in and say jay-z will go down as one of the greatest rappers in history. He has no limit, his success is exponential.

with that being said, enjoy my new fave;]

the paradox behind individualism.

i don't even know where to begin, so im just going to write,
write about how difficult it is to be a human being with emotions.
how confusing it is to live in a society that pushes the notion of being an "individual"



AN INDIVIDUAL that conforms to the conceptions of society. that "fits in" by "standing out".
it i s if my generation pushes and strives to live by individualism. everyone wants to be different and they end up being the same. the subcultures become mainstream and society gets broken up in to "trendsetters" and "poser", when in reality, the "trendsetters" were just posing first.

i think teenagers are so concerned about there exterior, because we have this preconceived notion that our exteriors are symbolism of our self conceptions. every time we are in the presence of others, we are "acting". we are putting on a show, a mask, acting the way "we should act". acting the way to receive the highest social reward, Praise. its become about "showing the real me". THE REAL YOU.

We are never ourselves, except when we our alone. when no one is passing judgement. when no one is inferring.


i think in order to be happy and to be an "individual" we must cease to care about uniqueness. uniqueness is RARE. it should not matter. just love one's self. love the inner beauty. i know it sounds rather cliche, but its truth. when you stop thinking about how to impress, you begin to exude the inner self, the real.

O8ama !

kudos to the new president of the united states of america. it feels so good to make history. i know the next four years are going to be filled have huge ups and downs, but any change, whether it be good or bad, is still going to be better than the last 8 years of our lives. it's not about democrats or republicans or those whatever libertarians, its about Unity. first the first time in 18 years i am proud to be an american citizen. i feel like we are making it our business to tell the rest of the world, "WE'RE HERE, WE'RE UNITED, AND WE AINT GOING ANYWHERE".

its also so nice to see my generation, a group of youth, so involved in the election and "change". now sure some only cared cause of the race factor, some just jumped the obama band wagon because it was the "cool thing", but who cares, it doesnt matter what brought out the voice of the youth. i'm happy today and america, you should be happy as well ;]

trickortreat

halloween was quite eventful
union square was beyond packed
& despite "gang initiations", my friends and I survived, and met some amazing people.



fanniemae
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boob :]


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