I've been kept away from my blog for sometime now. There has been a ton of crap going on that paralyzed me from expressing myself through this here blog. I'm good now and 1st thing i have to say is that Summer break was a total bust. I'm sure a lot of you all will agree, but now I'm back in school thank God for that, matter fact thank every God that there is, seeing how we wont know which God is the most high until we're pushing up daisies. With that being said if any of those God's permit I will be posting up at least one blog entry every week. I have to quit leaving you all hanging like I have. Now I have the new Cudi album on blast til my ears blood and next I'm waiting for Wale's studio album, which I'm hoping will be half way as good as Cudi's album. I've also got a bit of inspiration so that poem on the last poem is on the verge of being completed. Whether you loved it or hated it you just read it so...


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Writeous Wes

FML

Now believe it or not the craziest crap happens to me a lot...but this week it just has been a cluster of random mishaps. So last week I'm on Newbury get some quick shopping done before I have to be at work. I was feeling fuggin awesome b/c it was a beautiful summer day and the kicks i get had a retail price of 100.00 and when i get to the register they are only 64.99. I'm feeling like it my lucky day with a huge smile on my face. I check the time and realize its time to get moving towards work, I reluctantly hop on the train and get head to my place of employment. Once I take a step off the Green Line it starts raining cats and dogs without a single warning of thunder or lighting. I'm thinking what we all would be thinking "WTF!!!" I start running, and I really hate running, towards work trying not to step in any puddles but then i get to the Jamaica way and cars are zooming by and I get splashed my this mini cooper. UGH completely pissed at this point I just cross the street without the crosswalk like prompting me to. Now I feel I just took second shower for the day, but I wasn't the least bit clean. I arrive at work soaked down to my draws and socks with stream hissing from my ears. Now this day adds to my shitty day list.

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Writeous Wes.

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



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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.


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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.

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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