Supposed to talk about your feelings.
Supposed to talk about how things really make you feel..
Not that actor shit.
Puffy told Biggie
“Write what you see, write what’s around you, write what’s real”
Then Biggie started writing about all the stuff he bought, after becoming a success…
You can’t talk about the flow, because that’s only in the moment.
You can talk about how you perceive , how you “navigate” all this..
Listen to somebody for a while, and catch their hang-ups.
This person is concerned with X,Y and Z
To say “it’s difficult”
It’s difficult being a son.
An employee.
A cat owner.
A citizen.
A tax payer.
A living human being on a planet that has no opinion of you,whatsoever…
Difficult to be a friend and difficult to be involved with any form of Love.
It’s such a powerful thing.
(Can’t hold it in your hands)
No you can’t…
But you can get addicted.
And it can lay your entire kingdom to waste…
(But that’s what makes it special…)
Special, foolish…
Not much difference between the two words, in this context..
What is love and what is hate?
I know hate is a waste,
Savor the taste , but crushes you into paste.
Hate is a waste..
Who fucking cares?
Why be mad?
We’re flying through space..
How dare “I” let some bitch ass motherfuckers get at me..
Shame on me..
Shame on me…
Shame on me….
A waste.
Fuck that shit.
Love builds.
Proper Love.
When it’s right…
They did a study once…
They brought young couples into seperate rooms, and they hooked up heart monitors to one of them…
Then they had the counterpart enter the room..
In young couples, the heart rate spiked.
There was excitement, sexual attraction, all those synapses just’a firing…
Then…
They did the same study on elderly couples…
And when the spouse entered the room??
Decreased.
The heart rate decreased.
Because of safety, certainty, warmth and the sensation of “home”..
Two different reactions…
Same drug.
Love…
(Cut a man to the quick..)
Yeah… it can make you mad.
Legit mad…
(Can hurt..)
Like nothing else…
But you can’t live without it.
No man is an island…but you can be the fuck out of a peninsula
Justin Klein
Wonder if I should start fuckin with quotes…
(Prolly not)
Yeah….
So anyway.. love..all that.
Loving people.
Friendship love.
Romantic Love.
Love of family.
(Love of vice!)
No no,,,not what we’re talking about…
Let’s get to the difficult ones..
Ready???
“Love of a stranger”……
DAMN SON!
Dropped that shit right on your dome…
Empathy,, you cocksucker you.
Emp-to the motherfucking eeee…
Love of the downtrodden.
Love of the destitute..
Seeing yourself in these people,, these sad,,sad stories..
Looking upon them and seeing your own face…just a few turns… just a few little ripples in the water of fate…
That be you.
You fuckin asshole.
That’s you.
I am you….
Love of strangers…
The most difficult love…
All those dividing lines…keeping you from them,,,separate separate separate…
You’re nothing like them!!
They’re losers, and you?
You’re special!!!!
Until that one moment comes,,,,
You feel it creeping up through the years,,,
That door is approaching..
It’s coming…
In that moment,, in that final goodbye,,
I hope you look at a stranger and see,,
Truly see…
God dammit I hope you do..
The same fate.
The same end.
And you really are the asshole in this whole thing.
We should all realize.
And be aware of the effects of “love”
(For better or worse)
Better or worse…..
How was this?
Was this a decent diary entry??
You know I don’t care,,you know that, right??
And by not caring, I find purity.
And that shit is lost in your world…
So….
I hope you all have a good day tomorrow.
Bitches.
dawn 