Too busy to write...


Well, write more than this. Most of my time goes to the company. Check it out.
Precize Productions

We're actually really nice, we just need to reach people in the music industry. Soon enough though.

Peace.

The MOS DEF-initely...

I don't know if i've logged this, but northeast mosquitos are insanely tiny yet just as annoying. This problem is only compounded by the lack of A/C up north, thus we got to put the windows up to stay cool. (Minor help staying cool, but hey, cooler is cooler.) Point is it is easily believable that they pass through the screens. This leads to that sucky paranoia where you think you are being bitten by mosquitos more than you actually are. In fact your never definitely sure that they are even in the room. Can you understand why I hate them so much? They drive you crazy. The ONLY creatures i go out of my way to kill. I actually enjoy their demise. Death to all mosquitos!! Insecticide! (This blog has no real point other than to place a new post between the last and the next one.)

Peace.

You suck at life...


When you have to argue that you are NOT dead... you suck at life.
President Mugabe of Zimbabwe denies that he died last week. You can't write this stuff.
President Mugabe: I am not dead!

Peace.

Who lines up ducks anyway...

I'm writing songs. Commercial R&B songs. It's actually hard, I can't get deep, cus I'll lose people or have folks saying "What's that mean?" but I can't get too light or else I'll sound like everybody else and/or corny. Though they are almost one and the same. Darn the masses, if they wanted more we could give them more, but more fails miserably and leaves people unemployed.
Dah well, K.I.S.S. is the phrase.
In a hot room steady writing songs with my days.
Getting thangs in line for the next movement.
What do you do?

Peace.