The pretender is a predator, he watches his prey as a mental target. One of ignorance and disgust. So simple they process the info of their surroundings that they fail to see the details! What a waste of their brain! The greatest computer ever built wasted on media infused jargon.
The pretender trails behind, around and in between them all, picking them off one by one. His brilliance lures them in and his shock therapy cuts them deep. The pretender cares not for these pathetic wastes of bilogical matter, for the more victims he earns the more power he gains. Knowledge of the preys psyche is amazingly easy to collect.
He ravages the region for years on end with the prey unconvinced of a danger. Like little lambs they prance in foolish imagined freedom. For their free land is just a huge cage and long chains. The shepherd a pretender himself dwells in his cabin allowing his herd to be slaughtered, for he is old and lazy and has lost his brilliance.
The pretender slowly acquires boredom. He moves hunting ground. He finds new lambs for the pickings, but a new twist in this arena. More pretenders,v. so he must share the prey. Happy hunting friend, happy hunting!
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Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Sunday, November 08, 2009
There goes Monday
As the grey Morning rise disturbs your gaze,
You negate all happiness possible for you today,
Old memories of past horrors,
The long meeting last week,
An old fight with a loved one,
The rain adds to your pain,
Trudge thru you must to get thru this feast of delay and laze,
You peers share your hatred.
Heads down,
Convo slow,
Eyes with bags,
You don't even bother a search for good,
You feel tricked by nature,
And insult her with your sulk,
You think of revenge,
Drinks and smiles later in the week,
You dream of the possibilities awaiting you,
Ignoring the eerieness of the day,
You make your journey home don't make it,
You die,
And there goes your Monday.
You negate all happiness possible for you today,
Old memories of past horrors,
The long meeting last week,
An old fight with a loved one,
The rain adds to your pain,
Trudge thru you must to get thru this feast of delay and laze,
You peers share your hatred.
Heads down,
Convo slow,
Eyes with bags,
You don't even bother a search for good,
You feel tricked by nature,
And insult her with your sulk,
You think of revenge,
Drinks and smiles later in the week,
You dream of the possibilities awaiting you,
Ignoring the eerieness of the day,
You make your journey home don't make it,
You die,
And there goes your Monday.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Never forget!
Just to say this in 10 years when you look back, never forget those who u passed daily and classed with frequently.
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Monday, October 26, 2009
Success Story
Drop the beat - put me on the mic - and you'll find nothing like a true rapper, but a dude that has the balls to criticize Obama!
A sick investment of talent and skill, which has far surpassed the typical black who sits on the curb and holds his sack.
No offense to all who take it, but I am the best and there is none out there that could possibly test, so stay wanking in your wife beater vest!
Arrogance or confidence, hero or villain, fuck what you think, whatever I am I'm the fucking missing link!
If you can't think like this, then I am sorry for you. If you got a doubt, my advice is to throw it out.
This world is sick and greatness comes to those who chase it and finally make it. I am my glory, thanks for reading my success story!
A sick investment of talent and skill, which has far surpassed the typical black who sits on the curb and holds his sack.
No offense to all who take it, but I am the best and there is none out there that could possibly test, so stay wanking in your wife beater vest!
Arrogance or confidence, hero or villain, fuck what you think, whatever I am I'm the fucking missing link!
If you can't think like this, then I am sorry for you. If you got a doubt, my advice is to throw it out.
This world is sick and greatness comes to those who chase it and finally make it. I am my glory, thanks for reading my success story!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
My Fairy
I have a fairy by my side
Which says I must not sleep,
When once in pain I loudly cried
It said "You must not weep"
If, full of mirth, I smile and grin,
It says "You must not laugh"
When once I wished to drink some gin
It said "You must not quaff".
When once a meal I wished to taste
It said "You must not bite"
When to the wars I went in haste
It said "You must not fight".
"What may I do?" at length I cried,
Tired of the painful task.
The fairy quietly replied,
And said "You must not ask".
Moral: "You mustn't."
by Lewis Carroll
Which says I must not sleep,
When once in pain I loudly cried
It said "You must not weep"
If, full of mirth, I smile and grin,
It says "You must not laugh"
When once I wished to drink some gin
It said "You must not quaff".
When once a meal I wished to taste
It said "You must not bite"
When to the wars I went in haste
It said "You must not fight".
"What may I do?" at length I cried,
Tired of the painful task.
The fairy quietly replied,
And said "You must not ask".
Moral: "You mustn't."
by Lewis Carroll
Friday, June 19, 2009
Constructed by the HOur
Constricted by the hour,
Elevated by my power!
Day after day, moon after moon,
I can only wait for so much to soon,
When will it all begin?
My race that I know I can win,
But what will I do when I do the night pray,
And you recollect what I did in early May,
Will I have face?
To accept your distaste
Only time will tell,
As you see my elementary yell…
by Shane Johnson
Elevated by my power!
Day after day, moon after moon,
I can only wait for so much to soon,
When will it all begin?
My race that I know I can win,
But what will I do when I do the night pray,
And you recollect what I did in early May,
Will I have face?
To accept your distaste
Only time will tell,
As you see my elementary yell…
by Shane Johnson
Monday, May 11, 2009
I am Tired
I am tired
I am tired
I am tired
Just so tired, of everyone wondering why we all getting fired,
and then we fight amongst ourselves,
while all the truth is stolen by the liars!
Please don’t stare at me and wonder about your American dollar!
Cuz I will stare back and call FOOL!
While we get fired, the world is getting tired.
men, women, children all suffer from war, and the media lie to us, why? because of the gore?
I THINK NOT!
We love violence here, because here we stare and watch UFC and say “man that S%@t is rare!!”
I look at our western society and cry nothing but tears, because for 8 years I have sat in fear, to speak, to leak, or freak a doubtful expression, for the simple reason because subconsciously I feel regression.
by Shane Johnson
I am tired
I am tired
Just so tired, of everyone wondering why we all getting fired,
and then we fight amongst ourselves,
while all the truth is stolen by the liars!
Please don’t stare at me and wonder about your American dollar!
Cuz I will stare back and call FOOL!
While we get fired, the world is getting tired.
men, women, children all suffer from war, and the media lie to us, why? because of the gore?
I THINK NOT!
We love violence here, because here we stare and watch UFC and say “man that S%@t is rare!!”
I look at our western society and cry nothing but tears, because for 8 years I have sat in fear, to speak, to leak, or freak a doubtful expression, for the simple reason because subconsciously I feel regression.
by Shane Johnson
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