Sunday, April 14, 2013

I Know There Is

There is a deeper, darker, gothic element to 2 ONE 5, a violent one, I'mma find it and embrace it. The shit I do now, the scene I roll with, the females I chase or am interested in and currently fuck with, the people I am around are just soooo predictable and sooooo boring. I like to play in the dark. I don't need to drink or do drugs or even need money to have fun and embrace the demon that DMD is. Tired of playing something that I truly am not, a good person!!

Tuesday, April 09, 2013

31st Birthday 🎂

Today is my Thirty-FIRST birthday & giving the genetic aspect of my family line I have lived only ¼ of me life.

I am too old to be in love with Ariana Grande & way tooooo young for a face lift, besides I look absolutely wonderful. I am one good looking mother fucker!

30 years of living inside my own head.

30 years of acting like a fool.

30 years of not really living.

30 years of drama filled nonsense. (More intense the past 7 for the obvious).

30 years of trouble I allowed to happen & caused.

Ends!

Begins:
The Thirty-FIRST of the rest of my life. New beginnings are needed from time to time & I have mine & what better day then my bday to say goodbye to past indulgences both legal & not. Bye-Bye!!

Clarity

I was laying back in a little bit of a depressed mood and I was just thinking of a bunch of bullshit like, everything of mine is practically gone WTF do I got left in life? Then I took a look around and it hit me, I got quite a bit considering I only been out of jail for two months!

February 1st was the day I was released and the only thing I had to my name @ that time was the clothes on my back and a $100 in my pocket. Literally EVERYTHING of mine gone. My clothes, pants, shorts, hoodies, jackets, my 12 pair of shoes, 15 hats,  jewelry, my entire 354 dvd collection, 64' TV, DVD player, even the dumb shit I had on the wall, gone.

Below rock bottom.

But in just 2 months I got 12 pair of pants that each cost no less then $75 each, 11 hoodies @ $75 a piece as well, a new jacket, new Tims, new DC's, boxers, beaters, socks, T-Shirts, a futon bed, a TV, DVD player, new earrings, a fucking car! In 2 months! Not bad after having below NOTHING..... :)

Friday, April 05, 2013

Cell Addiction

I heard this chick in WaWa tonight about a hour ago while I was in line waiting to pay for my heroin hotdogs, crying & cunt-ting to her friend about how upset and lost she feels because she lost her cell.

The voices subsided for a second (ha!) and the wheels started to spin and got me thinking how I'd feel if I lost my cell and TBH I wouldn't care!

I keep contacts written on a piece of paper anyway J.I.C some dumb shit like that happened. No BS, I really, really wouldn't care. WTF I just got a cell back a few months ago after not having one for 2 years anyway.

A phone to DMD is a convenient peice of technology, one I do enjoy don't get me wrong but it is not essential to my everyday life.

If I left my phone home and was 50 feet away I'd say fuck it, it's just not meant to be today. I call it a stalker tracker anyway but guaranteed the 99.9 percent of you would lose your fucking mind.

You would be lost without it. Agitated till you got it back. You would be thinking and worrying the whole time about who called, who texted, who looked at it or used it, etc. Worrying about how to log onto FB, forgetting about your computer.

Your cell has control over your emotions. You are it's slave, it owns you, in short you are it's bitch and it your daddy!
You made the convenient a necessity. A must have.

Am I wrong? If you think so then DMD challenges you to try and go one day, 24 little hours without your heroin, your master & see.

On a side not quick question, what would you do if all technology failed? DMD would like to know.

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