This world is a scam. Most of its constructs, it’s institutions. My only solution is see as I see and think as I think. I cannot allow this world to coerce me into standing in line. I hate being subservient to other people’s demands and condescension.
Listen to Kanye West rant. There is some semblance of inspiration in his madness. He’s passionate. And it is so invigorating, just the demeanor is too wild at times. But I do admire his ability to be passionate.
What’s up. I love Hip-Hop but sometimes I get the singing bug. Listen below. Let me know what you think.
After you oogle the selfie there is more to the story. Offer some words of encouragement and possibly support the book project.
I’m starting this off with a picture of my tits to encourage you to read this crap even though they have absolutely nothing to do with this post.
The year that followed…
One of the biggest pieces of advice one is given after the newly conscious recognition of a narcissist/sociopath is to not run out and expose them. The main reason for this advice, is that nobody believes you and you just make yourself out to look like the crazy one. Until somebody has actually encountered one and come to this realization all on their own it’s pointless.
It’s been a year now since my grandfather died and my kids and I were left homeless by the narcissistic abuse of the
woman monster who birthed me. I wish I could tell you…
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I’ve been stressed and unkempt, tired, and just sleep-deprived. So after drinking 3 cups of coffee, and an energy drink I predictably started feeling light-headed. I figured I didn’t eat anything in the day, so I walked to the kitchen to get some food. I even felt a little nervous about walking up the stairs so I thought about asking my brother to make me a sandwich. But he was studying so I just started walking up the stairs to get my own food. Then I started having trouble breathing and my heart started pounding in my chest. I felt like I couldn’t stand. I wanted to lie down, because my heart was thumping out of my chest. This is when I told my brother, “I think I’m in trouble.” I ate a banana and tried to rest it out, but I couldn’t tough it out. I had my bro call 911. When the EMT came they measured my Pulse as 142, and my Blood Pressure as 189/125 laying down. My hands were numb and prickly, my ears were warm and prickly too. I started feeling a warmth Then sitting up, my blood pressure was measured as 197/126. My Respiration was 20 when the normal range is 12-20. I could hardly speak. I couldn’t complete sentences I had trouble keeping my eyes open, I thought I was going to die. So all I was thinking about was my family’s mourning process. What life be for them when I’m dead and gone? I also thought about all the songs I recorded that wouldn’t see the light of day. It almost happened, if it wasn’t for the oxygen and pill….My light would’ve faded without a whisper. I remember wanting my brother and sister to keep away so they didn’t see me with tubes and oxygen in me and possibly see me die. I was having trouble seeing so I closed my eyes and just kinda waited for my blood pressure to go down or for my death to come. It’s a surreal experience to feel your death is going to come shortly. I didn’t feel sad, or angry, I just imagined my family at my funeral and the life I had on this earth. I was pretty much ready.
Too many things to post!!!