Imagine my dream coming true. .

I used to have this phantasm about being outta this world. Literally, I created an alter ego and called it marty. I wanted to be from Mars. I'm not sure if this is old news but last night I caught something that was rather corroborating to my past penchants. News is scientists are trying to make Mars an environment that Humans can live with. They are starting by trying to find a chemical that they can spread throughout the red clay on Mars to evaporate and heat up the atmosphere. They hypothesize that this heat increase will allow Mars to hold water. Once this is accomplished they will seek to find a way to get the soil to hold vegetation. . . I think this is so frickin cool!! I wish I would be able to live long enough to experience this.

Jealousy is misunderstood.

but this is just wrong lol. . .

Jealousy is a big misunderstanding, in my view however. The first act of jealousy may, on the surface, seem unattractive but it will allow one to know that you care. It's the repetition of jealousy that pushes a person away . Initial jealousy is good; chronic jealousy is detrimental. That is of course if its genuine. Back in my player days I used jealousy to enforce structure in and loyalty from my "team". (I never told you bout that story?--> We got some catching up to do.) When it's used this way, which is most times easy to detect, it leads to more confusion because there is a fear of communication lading to inferiority. So the true emotions will never be revealed. [I talk about it here]. All in all, my point is this: Jealousy is apocryphal and often times overused. Initially, genuine jealousy is beneficial; however, once is becomes chronic or detected as a fake medium for power, it becomes extremely detrimental.

Theory of most break ups

You know where I think most relationships fall is; in the inability to recognize or reach equality. Relationships, whether you like it or not, is nothing more than a fight for superiority or equality. One of the two mates, if not both, are desperately seeking it. They'll spend the building of the relationship trying to find a balance that will give them equal statuses and never get there or they get there and cant see that its there. They feel that this "equality" is really its inferiority and hop right back into the rat race for the upper hand. [Insert Break Up Here]

. . .Shouts out to K'vo --> I love you homie.

Major [check]

I have just solidified my major: Accounting. Being a business lover, I only really wanted two things: Wealth and a Pretentious Corporate Status. Accounting is the basic business math. If I master the basics, the intricacies will be easier comprehend; thus, making the intricacies vulnerable to domination! With domination of this subject, Ill be able to have the best of both worlds. Here's my plan:

Start off with a Big 8 accounting firm.

Work my way up the ladder while minimizing my liabilities and expenses to build capital for assets to invest in.

Buy wealth producing assets

Keep buying assets and focusing on them.

Hire people to run or manage my assets

Retire from the firm

Live in la la land with my wife and kids. . .and write a few books while i'm there. (I plan to minor in English.)

The way I see it with accounting is this: Knowledge is the shit. I'm going to gain as much knowledge about accounting and the market as well. I'm going to learn the structuring of the market. Then the laws that keep it structured that way. Find the loopholes in the structuring, use my knowledge as a key, and open the door to success. . . not too hard right?

May I be your patient. . .

Frequent conversation leads to abundant frustration

Scarcity however leads to much appreciation

Too bad I was blinded by the sedation of her face and

Wanted to share engaging conversations

Loving that she’s the doctor dictatin’ and operatin’

But too blind to see all her other patients

Too stubborn to heed to persevering patience

It would have led to exploitation of true presentation

See baby girl was only in it for the gratification

But I had to hook her cuz all my boys though that I was fakin

So I played the game and was fouled really flagrant

But didn’t give a fuck, I was cravin’ for her fragrance

All I needed was plausible penetration…

To my oblivion. Would have been much appreciated

So now I sit in blithe seeking emancipation

From the anticipation to be another patient

Inspiration: The lyricism of the first two lines.[ lol] I haven’t written any poetry in a while; tell me if you guys catch the substance of it.

Parents Just Dont Understand

I sit…in the midst of misunderstanding and tyrannous parenting. It began with a demand for a chore to be done but grew into a sad cry for empathy. My mother stands at the top of the stairs, hair wild-- acting as a foreground to the dim lighting of the chandelier, as she repetitiously hitsmy younger cousin because he has yet to execute his expectations. He asks her calmly to refrain from hitting her as he slowly, yet with much confidence, walks down the flight of stairs that are covered in a supposedly pink carpet that has been turned into a dingy orange after years of abuse. As he places his left demonia boot on the last step, he is taken aback by the red and white water bottle that as just invaded his space and dignity. As he looks up to express his disgust for her immaturity, he is shocked to see two white tennis shoes and a green water bottle flying towards him. The imagery was synonymous to a caveman that has just disrupted a nocturnal flock of bats’ sleep in his quest for food. The only difference is this contemporary caveman is only in search of peace. As I hear this madness, I jump up frantically to guide my cousin into the kitchen that lay underneath the foot of my mother. Now in a quest for peace and safety, he is withholding himself from disrespecting and disrupting her madness while seeking a medium to calibrate his feeling of lonesome. I attempt to invest some words of encouragement in him until I was belligerently interrupted with the words “Stay out of this!”

“No! You’re wrong”

“I’m grown! Stay out of this or you can walk out that door!”

Silenced by the overused ultimatum, I found it quizzaciuously ironic that the same letters used to inflict superiority could be rearranged to exploit fault. This has just showed me that age and experience does not equate to prudence or intelligence. The situation did not have to be exacerbated to its level if both parties took the time to understand each other and seek out a win on both behalves. My mother felt that it was nothing more than quintessential lethargy for my cousin to be home all day and neglect to perform his chores. My cousin felt that my mother was insatiable to the quality of his work so being proactive was just double work if he usually has to redo them when she gets home. Maybe if these two would have expressed and understood opposite logics, that they would have enjoyed a win-win situation. My cousin would have found out exactly what my mother wants to be effectively proactive; my mother would have enjoyed the loyalty of my cousin’s obedience along with saving her the headache that comes with her frequent hysterics. However this is an impalpable imagery, because the two are intransigent in their ways.

On my behalf, I plead that “It must be a sign of maturity when you can exploit fault in your parent’s parenting.” Too bad, she thinks I “think I’m grown and know’ everything.” [Sigh]…frustration comes from frequent conversation but appreciation comes from scarcity. When will I ever get through to her though?

Its HAPPY New Year...let it be that.

Today is the first day of 2010. As i attempt to write this, flashbacks of the way I brought in New Years impeded my train of thought; I now know the difference between being drunk and drunk as fuck. I dont usually drink but last night I was drunk as fuck. I could barely stand, barely talk, and thought everything was funny as hell. I actually had fun drinking, but I cant get used to it. I remember most of it vividly but I wont make too many more memories.

On another note, Im sick of watching everybody express their "New Years Resolutions" knowing good and got damn well that after February their going to be non-existent. Just enjoy the new year and quit tryna change yourself just for the season. vicisitudes that are dependent variables are often changes that waont sustain. The saying is "Happy" New Years...not "Get Sad Becuase Of Pointless Introspection" New Years. People...PLEASE....shut the hell up and enjoy a happy new years.