Writes..."Nicole Simpson Can't Rap...And Neither Can I...XVII"

"like a prophet, my pen's used a weapon of fate...
'cause the things i write influence both time and dates...
'cause the things i write inspire both love and hate...
revelations of divine will perpetrated...

again, all apologies to "real" rappers, i'm still just fucking around.

Writes..."One Last "Fuck You""

“i’ll never forget the look in his eyes when he realized the knife sticking out of his chest was there by my hand. i guess i would say they expressed a myriad of emotions, but mostly i sensed shock; and that shock surprised me. they seemed to say “how could you?” and “how could you?” wasn’t something i expected to see after plunging the blade into his heart; i figured if we ever got to the point where i was ending his life there would have been more of a feeling of acceptance from him; that he would look at me and i would look back at him; and in those last moments, the finality that is death would bring our relationship a closure that had eluded us; with me bleeding him out serving as a last “fuck you”.”

Presents..."After 18 Months..."

"september 20, 2011, i reached 18 months working on my blog. every word...every post...everything i put on here, has reflected my feelings and thoughts on who i am and what i profess to be. but today i was going to post something and i hesitated because i didn't know how it would look coming from me. and i realized that not posting it, despite its content, would be defeating the purpose of my blog. i write, not because i'm particularly skilled at it, but because people want to know what i'm thinking. well, i'm a person...and sometimes, er, most of the time, i think a little bit crazy. here's to twisted thoughts; they're just thoughts...and this is my blog."

Writes..."Her "Atlas""

"she walks into the room and out of her skirt; out of her panties and onto my length. without a word...without taking off her bra or blouse; without even removing the jacket she'd worn to work today. her actions aren't surprising though; in fact, this is pretty much our routine. everyday i wait for her to come home; naked; and she straddles me as soon as she's through the door. and while i'm inside her, she lays her head on my chest and begins to tell me about her day; releasing every stress, every fear, every worry, onto me as i hold her in my arms."

Quotes...Me...V

"my mother used to tell me that people only used cuss words because they didn't have the vocabulary to express themselves properly. but i've found that sometimes "fuck" is the appropriate word for what I'm trying to communicate."

"descartes said, 'i think; therefore i am'; but i say, 'i write; therefore i'm better.'"

"i'm always saying i'm looking for a woman to collaborate on my writing with; but the truth is i'm really looking for a woman to collaborate on my life with."

"i'm not trying to be accepted for who i am anymore; right now i'm more focused on being understood for what i am."

"i love her because our relationship isn't based on acceptance; it's based on understanding. she hasn't come to accept that i am an asshole as much as she understands why i am an asshole."

"i write as a man that loves women; and every once in a while has one of those women love him back."

"a man finds no embarrassment in telling a beautiful woman her finds her beautiful."

"they say that beauty is only skin-deep and ugly is to the bone; i've found that to be especially true. most of the "unfortunate" people i'm seen are so due to their poor facial bone structure...a lack of high cheekbones, weak jawline, etc."

"they said there's a thin line between genius and insanity but the truth is brilliant people reside in the "green" overlap of "yellow" and "blue" areas that make them up."

"someone asked me why i write poems about love. i told them it's because i haven't found a word that rhymes well with "pussy"."

Writes..."Sex As A Reality Show"

"what i write has been deemed "pornographic" or "erotica" but it's neither; i write about sexual realities. there's nothing fantastical about me penning "she came riding my dick"; it's merely a declaration of what happened when we shared that moment in time."

Writes..."Nicole Simpson Can't Rap...And Neither Can I...XVI"

"my girl's crazy beautiful but she thinks i'm strange...
'cause i don't call her a "dime"; i don't fuck with change...
maybe she'd like "dollar" better; cash in bill form...
she's paper currency where pennies are the norm...
no cents chicks to nonsense chicks seem to be the range...
did i just say "no cents chicks"? play on words perform..."

again, all apologies to "real" rappers, i'm still just fucking around.

Writes..."Nicole Simpson Can't Rap...And Neither Can I...XV"

"if smart is the new “gangsta”, then call me “babyface” wilson…
‘cause i done turned on this genius like a bright keri hilson…"
except i don’t sound all nasally like a black britney spears…
and i don’t pen no collaborations for lil wayne to appear…
i just think, then i write; that shit that comes off as ill…son…”

again, all apologies to "real" rappers, i'm still just fucking around.

Quotes...Me...IV

"i ain't shit...but i'm confident the friends i have now will keep the flies from getting on me when i am the shit."

"being super smart is like being in jail. i haven't found anything to be as isolating as knowing stuff is."

"every man's story revolves around a woman. and because every experience with one, be it tragic or comedic, helps to determine how that story's written; the quality of one's life is truly based on the quality of the women who have roles in it."

"she said i think like a woman does when it comes to the idea of love, but i like to think i merely understand it like a lover does."

"my mom had mentioned something about a girl being on my "team". first, i told her never to use that phrase again. second, i don't have a "team"; i'm perpetually a free agent."

"happy mother's day to all the mothers out there, especially the ones who have to be both mom and dad. parent is a thankless job but i'll say it anyway. thank you!!! and dudes, step up. i can't have any more women hesitant to have my kids because of you."

"am i wrong for looking at osama bin laden's death like i look at a chick on the jerry springer show? i'm gonna need to see the body. i need some proof."

"i'm about to change my name to "iceland" or "greenland" or something; nobody's more of an island than i am, despite what john donne says."

"i write about love and romance, so i write about heartache and headaches."

"if the world's ending at 6 i'll be prepared. i have my gasoline draws on."

Writes..."A Ring"

"i'll place the ring's box on the table but i won't give it to her. i'll open it up, professing my love for her to be deeper and more profound than anyone's ever has been or will be. then i'll put the box back in my pocket and walk away; if her love for me rivals mine for her, she'll know where to get her ring back."