My biggest fan

Personally I think fondly of myself, don't make that face we all think fondly of ourselves but to different degrees. I wouldn't necessarily say I'm the dreadful "c" word b/c I'm no obsessed with myself. but I have to keep my motivated that is why I am and will always will be my biggest fan. So I encourage you to be your own biggest fan, don't depend of no one else to be...except for your mommy lol



Thanks for reading,

Writeous Wes

Thoughts he had for her

When you boil my remains down to nothing but my bone and brain all you'll see is a boy trying to catch lighting into a bottle, but no matter how much I try I can never grow wings do so I've grown resentment towards the clouds and stars. But some how beneath all that hatred for astronomy lays thoughts he had of her. It was to the point where he loved to watch her walk only because her footprints were so distinctive. She was a high school flame, not his high school flame, THE high school flame and with every step she took an assemblage of her swag laid left behind. It all began with that first glance where he took the first chance and jumped in head first, never looked back or worried about having no air as long as their hearts stayed on the same beat. All it took was that one glare to spark a flare that erupted like a sonic boom and you couldn't miss it like an elephant in the room. So as she made her rounds he caught her aroma and it literally lifted me from the ground, drawing me closer to her. Everyone seemed to disappear as his vision tunneled towards this gorgeous goddess. Unable to fight the gravitational pull of her essence he can feel the windows of his soul begin to orgasm from the stimulation of her presence. To his surprise as soon as he got close enough to touch he froze but the flame the she ignited in his heart thawed him out,

...more to come on this one guys thanks for reading,

Writeous Wes

Sleepless Sanity

Damn, lately I haven't been able to get to sleep at my usual time of 2-3am. Pass couple of days I've been breaking night. And its weird b/c I have been working a hell of a lot also, meaning sleep is crucial thing. Actually that is what has kept me from my blog (sorry folks). At any rate things have been swimming around and surfing back and forth from my ticker to my thinker. But there is one question I've laid awake attempting to answer ...is who truly makes me happy? I don't think I can honestly answer that question without busting a couple brain vessels. Who, without a shadow of a doubt, truly makes me happy? As I'm writing this I'm beginning to come a summation. Its all starts with realizing that there is no perfect person. In actuality its all about the ability to adapt and accept the person and their traits, whether its positive or negative. Embrace the things they do that make me happy and reluctantly welcome their flaws. I don't intend on regretting my actions, its not the way of the Jedi. Wishing things didn't happened is both foolish and foul. I want to to learn from your past as well as you learn from mine, and for us to build together and be who we naturally are. If you find/found someone to make you smile with your heart congratulations and to the rest of us...good luck.


Thank for reading
Writeous Wes

Satisfied?

OH EM GEE! Lately I have been having like a ton of orgasms. Seriously its been both mind numbing and body tingling from my head down to my toes. I would like to say that I am satisfied but that would be perjury, my satisfaction meter will never peak. Especially with something as intimately meaningful as music. HA HA I know y'all was thinking I was talking about some nasty stuff. Get you mind out of the gutter of the dark alley behind the strip club. I can honestly say that my mind, ears, and heart won't be content. I just find myself with a digging deeper and deeper into music. Like many others it started with rap music, then it jumped to reggae/dance hall (you know when you stopping daggering for a second they be dropping some fire lines and serious word play). From there it I went back to rap but it wasn't how I remembered it so I did some exploring and discovered hip hop. I can go on for days about hip hop, but i wont keep you that long. With some friendly influences I ventured into rapcore. Wikipedia defines rapcore as a sub genre of rap rock fusing vocal and sometimes instrumental elements of hip hop with punk rock, often hardcore punk. Those are bands like Beatise boys, Linkin Park and Gorillaz etc. And you already know jumped into full out rock music and pop music From enjoying that I've been mixing these different genres in the crock pot that is my ipod. As for most recently I have been dabbling in the underground/mixtape circuit, my boy Toshiro* put me on to some hotness. Now saying that my thirst for music is quenched can only be a falsehood. Okay so I got one word for y'all explore, never know what you'll find. Love it or hate it you just read it.

Thanks for reading...
Writeous Wes

I'm blogging my ass off

Soo there is this girl at my job, her name will not be given, but she thinks that I am an asshole. I highly disagree. Maybe its because she likes me. On Snap this makes me rememebr an episode of Rugrats where Chuckie was being picked on by this purple headed chick. She was smacking him pushing him throwing sand in his eyes this girl was a pint sized punisher. So then Chuckie finally grows some balls and confronts the girl. Come to find out she likes him, and I mean likes him likes him. Now remember Chuckie is a ginger kid so his whole face turns beet red and like a sap he shows up at the park the next day all suited looking fresh with flowers in hand. Now this itty bitty broad starts picking on some new kid, meaning she likes someone else, poor Chuckie is heartbroken. Sad episode right, just goes to show you that girls are trifling even at a young age. So this has me thinking....maybe she has a crush, if so I'm going to have to crush that crush lmao.


hate it or love it you just read it, thanks for reading

Writeous Wes

Fairy Tales

Whats up people. I got a serious load of blood to pour out. For those who know me than you know I got the gift of gab, cant shut up to save my life. But for some reason as of late I haven't been able to spit anything out. So this post is going to be condensed because of my constipated cranium. To get to the point as a toddler in kindergarten sitting on the carpet Indian style, we all loved fairy tales. But now, um I gotta say these tales I'm hearing aren't so amusing. I'm not talking the regular run of the mill little white lie, I'm referring to entire story fabrications. Like you know when you're telling a story then someone wants to relate to it so badly they concoct a far fetched fable, yeah exactly that's what I'm talking about. Then you looking at that moron thinking "yeah, suuure that happened". Ugh boils my blood I be wanting to say "shut the eff up you ass clown" but I'm too nice of a guy. So my next best thing is talking about it on my blog so take this Tall Tale tellers as your warning. NO MORE FAKE STORIES OF RELATIVITY, please and thanks.

Hate it or love it you just read it...thanks for reading

Writeous Wes

My Addiction

its pouring outside and it giving me the urge to write something...shit i know its been while, but it hasnt rained like this in a while sooo in my defense its Mother Natures fault.


Addictions, whether you want to admit it or not we all have them and we looove to indulge in each and one of them. i just you all have more positive addictions rather than negative ones. I know what your what your thinking, I got tons of addictions the list is soo long I don't know where to begin. The one addiction I cater too is my need for music. Without music I can't breathe, yes its that serious. If I could have a soundtrack to my life I would be the happiest man alive, but at the same time i think i may annoy some folks. Especially how loud i like me music. OMG that reminds me of an episode of "Family Guy" Where Peter gets a genie and wishes to have a soundtrack to his life. SO while on the bus this buff guy gets pissed ready to break all of Peters bones then he wastes his last wish when he inadvertently says "I wish I had no bones" funny thing is the genie just happened to be on that same bus reading the metro. ROTFLMAO that show is too funny. But I digress, everyone seeks some type of refuge in music as well as food. OMG today I had a large steak & cheese sub from Stash's and i swear the killed a whole cow for that one sub because it was pretty huge i almost had a stroke but i still finished it. But if want a sub that can satisfy a small African tribe for three days go to Al Capone's in Downtown not only are the colossal the quality is unparalleled. Listen to me giving a plug to Al Capone's maybe i should get a free sub this...MmmMMmm thinking about it gets my taste buds aroused, if that makes any sense. Well guys that's it all for now, the rain has stopped and Robot chicken just started....one more thing if you can't listen to music loud its not worth listening.


oh yeah either you love it or hate it, but still you just read it...

-Writeous Wes