I guess the thing that resonates most with me is the fact that there is always someone with worse luck, and even more volatile expressions of emotions...and then you have to watch them, and wonder what the hell is their malfunction...as if we are all computer programs...
I saw a guy in jail one day, don't ask me how I got that assignment. He was attempting to show his bravado with regard to a correctional officer. I couldn't laugh. I couldn't cry. I just watched as he signed himself up for more time than he would've gotten if he would've kept his mouth closed. I see this more and more now, though.
I was a victim of terrible socialization. These young brothers that are crawling from up under their mother's left titty are victims of a bad definition of masculinity.
You live in a time where the streets are more willing to accept the intellectual. The problem is...most intellectuals in the streets are expressing a code of behavior that is laughable and suspect of lack of concern for the self. No matter where you find yourself in this lifeline, most of the sentient beings can recognize lack of direction and foundation pretty fast.
So, the Owl is no longer beset by his psychological issues...and now what? It is still more of the same. Blacks following the young in hopes of a savior. The young following the young in hopes of avoiding reality's curse of wisdom. So many fools being worshiped because they have accidentally stumbled on a pot of gold.
And what can I do...?
Eh...why wouldn't I try to run my own business...
hahahhahaha....
I mean, damn...I'm not a capitalist...but I'd like to eat dragon tempuras and sip fine french cognacs when allowed to...Am I wrong for that?
My hustle might save your life.... www.owlasylum.net
I saw a guy in jail one day, don't ask me how I got that assignment. He was attempting to show his bravado with regard to a correctional officer. I couldn't laugh. I couldn't cry. I just watched as he signed himself up for more time than he would've gotten if he would've kept his mouth closed. I see this more and more now, though.
I was a victim of terrible socialization. These young brothers that are crawling from up under their mother's left titty are victims of a bad definition of masculinity.
You live in a time where the streets are more willing to accept the intellectual. The problem is...most intellectuals in the streets are expressing a code of behavior that is laughable and suspect of lack of concern for the self. No matter where you find yourself in this lifeline, most of the sentient beings can recognize lack of direction and foundation pretty fast.
So, the Owl is no longer beset by his psychological issues...and now what? It is still more of the same. Blacks following the young in hopes of a savior. The young following the young in hopes of avoiding reality's curse of wisdom. So many fools being worshiped because they have accidentally stumbled on a pot of gold.
And what can I do...?
Eh...why wouldn't I try to run my own business...
hahahhahaha....
I mean, damn...I'm not a capitalist...but I'd like to eat dragon tempuras and sip fine french cognacs when allowed to...Am I wrong for that?
My hustle might save your life.... www.owlasylum.net
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