Doseone and Yoni - Rapping4Money

This song is off of a recently released free mixtape THemselves (Doseone and Jell) dropped. The song is the shit.



This is for them young male lyrical perks, who volley aimless and anxiously between unwell women and worse.

I will scream my lungs out til it fills this room

One of my favorite songs of all time: Pearl Jam - Indifference.

Given this blog and the idea behind its conception, this song is no less than apt. Vedder said in an interview that the song was inspired by the idea that people can be very very complacent and he would at least try to take advantage of his role and make a difference.

Its relevance here lies in the fact that this very blog is an attempt to make whatever change one of these blogs can make, so listen and believe.

Fuck you, your country, and your species.

From an interview with Dennis Miller. I think Carlin makes some very relevant points.


Also another excerpt from an interview Carlin had. He speaks about the potential humans have had and wasted. I wholeheartedly agree.

Why Displeasure isn't Sooo Bad.

"We are always getting ready to live but never living." - Ralph Waldo Emerson.

So I skipped out on my Behavioral Research class today. Well, I just decided I didn't need to go to the second half which encompassed going to a 'lab' with computers and doing a little research in it. As I bumped some good old sludge metal, namely Rwake, I couldn't shake the feeling that I felt ashamed of not participating in the second half of today's class.

I began thinking that I should just go to it just because its a class. But its just a fucking class, you know? Its nothing more. Its there for me to get something out of and if there is a session I know I don't need to attend, I don't have to go. And thus, I didn't. But the initial reaction, shame, hit me like it does so many other times with out me being conscious of it. WHich led me to this realization: we're all doing so many things and attach a deeper, intricate, symbolic meaning to them and what these things often symbolize is something about our future. In my case, the class indicated my ability to succeed in college which symbolizes my ability or the potential I have to enjoy life, which really just means my penis will feel good...or rather...I'll live a pleasureful life.

I now find that to be bullshit. We can beat ourselves til we're blue in the brain over all we've done just because it makes us think about a life that we don't want to live, and actually aren't, but they're just fucking thoughts. Nothing is so important that any person should feel so much displeasure that they hate being. But many people feel this. And its because not everyone is aware that they're simply anticipating the best or the worst.

I believe that this displeasure that I have about not having a girlfriend, or not fucking bitches, or not owning a big ass house, or not having my tuition paid for completely is just bullshit man. Any way you live your life, you'll suffer. I'm not saying pretend that suffrage doesn't exist. I'm saying acknowledge it and understand what you're doing. I guess this really just ties into what I view the purpose of life to be, which is for every person to decide on a purpose that simply avoids intentional harm to others.

Everything you don't succeed at doing reminds you of the possibility that you'll fail, but it doesn't necessarily make you fail. And thats because its just a thought. Some compilation of memories recapitulated to become something we view as likely to happen. And its all connected. We think being alone or being dumped means we'll from now on be lonely (another emotion based on reality exagerated by social norms) and only learn to be ok with this after enough time passes so we don't feel like shit. Some people experience this type of thing and simply can't take the idea because too much of some chemical is being leaked in their brain, so they kill themselves or try drastic changes that completely rearrange their life so that they can view themselves like someone else...someone who's not that guy or girl who just got dumped and wants to move on by running away from their insecurites and pessimism.

People lose their jobs or get yelled at by a boss and immediately become fearful about their income. As Idill said in this same blog, its best at that time to focus on what can be done to ensure their own financial security and overall well-being.

But the root of that realization is knowing that you're ok. You're always ok. We fear living, in truth. We act like everything will kill us. Of course not everyone feels like this, but I'm not fucking talkign to those people. I'm talking to the people that do worry madly about what will become of their life and really don't know if they'll be able to continue to live because they in truth just don't want to. I'm telling these people that this is just life. The beauty of it is that its just a process of things you do. So realize that you don't need anything other than yourself. You've got family, maybe, you've got friends, maybe, you've got work and other things, perhaps, but at the end of the day, its you and your own head you have to think with, so understand yourself and don't let people and unimportant institutes convince you that someday you won't be able to take care of yourself because you don't have a fucking education from W.G.A.S. (Who Gives A Shit) University.

I guess this turned out to be an anti-college rant. Well fuck it then.

But I'll leave it with this quote:

"Save your bucks and save yourself and just do something you love." - Doseone.

Leashing Your Kids

I went to the Philadelphia Zoo the other day with a friend. While we were walking through some crowded section, we saw an older woman with a leash. When we started to look around for the dog or animal, we found out that she had a leash...on her child. What the fuck is wrong with parents? One of the most crucial components of being a kid is the ability to explore your surroundings. Chaining up your child instead of teaching your child discipline when needed is horrible. This generation of parents lost.

I changed some shit a bit.

Hope no one minds.

The photo at the top was taken by Ryan Russell. His pics can be viewed here

Stable Relationships Are For Horses

"If i had it my way, we'd drift far away where the waters are clear as crystal and i wouldnt have to miss you."

Thou Shalt Always Kill - Dan Le Sac

Simple song, but if there ever was a song that encompasses the majority of ideals people should be disillusioned with, it is this one.

Thou shalt not steal if there is direct victim.
Thou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets.
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Decker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barret in vain.
Thou shalt not think that any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a peadophile… Some people are just nice.
Thou shalt not read NME.
Thou shalt not stop liking a band just because they’ve become popular.
Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry.
Thou shalt not judge a book by it’s cover.
Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover.
Thou shalt not buy Coca-Cola products.
Thou shalt not buy Nestle products.
Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend’s best friend, take drugs and cheat on him.
Thou shalt not fall in love so easily.
Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls’ pants.
Use it to get into their heads.
Thou shalt not watch Hollyokes.
Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave before it’s done just because you’ve finished your shitty little poem or song you self-righteous prick.
Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in, week out just ’cause you once saw a girl there that you fancied but you’re never gonna fucking talk to.
Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were.
The Beatles… Were just a band.
Led Zepplin… Just a band.
The Beach Boys… Just a band.
The Sex Pistols… Just a band.
The Clash… Just a band.
Crass… Just a band.
Minor Threat… Just a band.
The Cure… Just a band.
The Smiths… Just a band.
Nirvana… Just a band.
The Pixies… Just a band.
Oasis… Just a band.
Radiohead… Just a band.
Bloc Party… Just a band.
The Arctic Monkeys… Just a band.
The Next Big Thing.. JUST A BAND.

Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-english speaking countries as to those that occur in english speaking countries.
Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the four elements and never will be.
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music,
thou shalt not make repetitive generic music,
thou shalt not make repetitive generic music,
thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.

Thou shalt not pimp my ride.
Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.
Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.
Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.
When I say “Hey” thou shalt not say “Ho”.
When I say “Hip” thou shalt not say “Hop”.
When I say, he say, she say, we say, make some noise… kill me.
Thou shalt not quote me happy.
Thou shalt not shake it like a polaroid picture.
Thou shalt not wish you girlfriend was a freak like me.
Thou shalt spell the word “Pheonix” P-H-E-O-N-I-X not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.
Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Bradley at the club last night by saying “Is it”.

Thou shalt think for yourselves.

And thou shalt always… Thou shalt always kill!

Men control fucking everything

I just came to the realization that men pretty much control everything with a gradation of fear.

Not to say women have no influence, but due to the instincts we all have to attain what we desire by force, if need be, women are likely to be submissive, as anyone less capable of resisting physical force is, to men.

Men are also the gender more likely to be outright and showy with his ideals. So they're likely to be the ones you see doing anything and having virtually any influence because they're the gender that is innately inclined to do so.

This is just a thought. Take what you can from it.

hell's winter

Cage is possibly one of the illest rappers I've ever heard. Dude has been through a lot and he is still struggling to stay alive. I'd rather not go through his life story, but he has been through some real shit. http://www.hiphop.net/artists/?Cage&i=1&lid=2370 . Some days when something bad happens, I turn his shit on like "damn...i think i got it bad?" That's why I'm rarely irked by anything anymore. I mean just last year, dude lost his best friend. Just when you think you got your life together, imagine losing your best friend. The shit can get to you.

The last week or two of high school, I was tryna get all of my shit together. Anything I had to say to people, I said it. Anything I had to do, I did. Everyday on the bus, I'd listen to this song, and it would play through my head all day in school. My favorite line is "in a permanent hell, I find tranquility teaches." One of the realest lines ever uttered.

"Relax, it'll all be over in a second." 

On motivation and purpose.

all "direct" persons and
men of action are active just because they are stupid and limited.  How
explain that?  I will tell you: in consequence of their limitation they take
immediate and secondary causes for primary ones, and in that way
persuade themselves more quickly and easily than other people do that
they have found an infallible foundation for their activity, and their
minds are at ease and you know that is the chief thing.  To begin to act,
you know, you must first have your mind completely at ease and no trace
of doubt left in it.  Why, how am I, for example, to set my mind at rest?
Where are the primary causes on which I am to build?  Where are my
foundations?  Where am I to get them from?  I exercise myself in reflection,
and consequently with me every primary cause at once draws after
itself another still more primary, and so on to infinity.  That is just the
essence of every sort of consciousness and reflection.  It must be a case of
the laws of nature again.  What is the result of it in the end?  Why, just the
same.  Remember I spoke just now of vengeance.  (I am sure you did not
take it in.)  I said that a man revenges himself because he sees justice in it.
Therefore he has found a primary cause, that is, justice.  And so he is at
rest on all sides, and consequently he carries out his revenge calmly and
successfully, being persuaded that he is doing a just and honest thing.  But
I see no justice in it, I find no sort of virtue in it either, and consequently
if I attempt to revenge myself, it is only out of spite.  Spite, of course,
might overcome everything, all my doubts, and so might serve quite
successfully in place of a primary cause, precisely because it is not a
cause.  But what is to be done if I have not even spite (I began with that
just now, you know).  In consequence again of those accursed laws of
consciousness, anger in me is subject to chemical disintegration.  You
look into it, the object flies off into air, your reasons evaporate, the
criminal is not to be found, the wrong becomes not a wrong but a
phantom, something like the toothache, for which no one is to blame,
and consequently there is only the same outlet left again--that is, to beat
the wall as hard as you can.  So you give it up with a wave of the hand
because you have not found a fundamental cause.  And try letting yourself
be carried away by your feelings, blindly, without reflection, without a
primary cause, repelling consciousness at least for a time; hate or love, if
only not to sit with your hands folded.  The day after tomorrow, at the
latest, you will begin despising yourself for having knowingly deceived
yourself.  Result: a soap-bubble and inertia.  Oh, gentlemen, do you
know, perhaps I consider myself an intelligent man, only because all my
life I have been able neither to begin nor to finish anything.  Granted I am
a babbler, a harmless vexatious babbler, like all of us.  But what is to be
done if the direct and sole vocation of every intelligent man is babble,
that is, the intentional pouring of water through a sieve?


-Exceprt from Fyodor Dostoevsky's novella Notes From the Undergound. Section V.

A Neurotic's Guide to Successful Living

There are people in the world who's mind races at 300 miles per hour, from the first ring of the alarm clock to the last thought before slipping into a sweet slumber. These people believe that there is something wrong with this, and there is nothing good that could come out of this tendency to constantly think. I still am the former, and I used to be one of the latter when it came down to it.

I hated waking up with 300 irrelevant, useless thoughts assaulting my conscious thought as I hopped in the shower. I hated walking up and down campus wondering if I was being stared at, or if my facial expression looked too mean etc etc. I hated lying in bed at night wondering if there was any way of shutting my brain up short of drinking myself to sleep or a concussion.

I understand this sounds like the beginning of some corny inspirational speech, and maybe it is. Yet I'd prefer this is more to be more like a "Living with Psychopathology for Dummies".

It took me a VERY long time to figure out that I do have some control over what goes on in my head. No, I can't control how often I think but I can control what I think about. I realized that the reason my constant thinking bothered me so much, wasn't so much the rate it happened, but the content in them. I also realized that when I focused, my thoughts became much more productive.

It took me a little longer to realize the full potential of this, but eventually I asked myself, "What could I apply myself to in order to make the most of this?" The answer: Everything. I had always thought a lot in class, but I realized outside of class it was the bullshit that stayed on my mind. I had so much free time to dwell on things that really meant nothing, allowing me to blow them out of proportion and cause myself stress. So, I had to fix this problem.

I joined everything I always wanted to, and tried to fill my plate up with better food for thought. It wasn't very long before it started paying off. It began with getting a better job. Then getting on stage and doing my slam poetry. Then joining an organization. Then volunteering. Then becoming president of said organization. Then working out again. Then....? Who knows, I still have so much that I want to do.

I learned to use my flaws to my advantage and become somebody. You don't need pills (please see "Sike!" for an artistic viewpoint on this) or a therapist for this type of stuff. Use your neurotic tendencies to think how you can make the most of yourself. It IS as simple as that.

modern day slavery

My senior year in high school, I watched "Lars and the real girl" in AP Psychology. That shit was bonkers. What I never understood was how a lot of the girls in my class kept saying "awww" and talking about how cute it was. I know damn well if there was a student who went to our school who did something as crazy as that, everyone would stay the hell away from him and judge the fuck out of him.

I don't know, what I'm tryna say is that people always talk about an escape. Something different to save themselves from the cycles of daily life. Something to release themselves with. Someone to run away with. But when these chances come, these people end up either ignoring the opportunities or plainly staying in their position. People fear the unknown. People fear the future. At the end of the day, people would rather bitch in their position over and over again instead of finding a solution. There is never any true carpe diem. This isn't true for every single case, but for many situations, people choose slavery.

Realest shit ever...well...not ever.

I know you're an honest man, but the honesty usually occurs in the end. - Sole.

after a while

"After a while you learn the difference, 
The subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. 
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning, 
And company doesn't always mean security. 
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts, 
And presents aren't promises. 
And you learn to build all your roads on today, 
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans, 
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. 
After a while you learn, 
That even the sun burns if you get too much, 
And learn that it doesn't matter how much you do care about, 
Some people simply don't care at all. 
And you accept that it doesn't matter how good a person is, 
they will hurt you once in a while, 
And you need to forgive them for that. 
You learn that talking can relieve emotional pain. 
You discover that it takes several years to build a relationship based on confidence, 
And just a few seconds to destroy it. 
And that you can do something just in an instant, 
And which you will regret for the rest of your life. 
You learn that the true friendships, 
Continue to grow even from miles away. 
And that what matters isn't what you have in your life, 
But who you have in your life. 
You realize that you are your best friend,
And that you can do do anything, or nothing, 
And have good moments together. 
You discover that the people who you most care about in your life, 
Are taken from you so quickly, 
So we must always leave the people who we care about with lovely words, 
It may be the last time we see them. 
You start to learn that you should not compare yourself with others, 
But with the best you can be. 
You discover that it takes a long time to become the person you wish to be, 
And that the time is short. 
You learn that it doesn't matter where you have reached, 
But where you are going to. 
But if you don't know where you are going to, 
Anywhere will do. 
You learn that either you control your acts, 
Or they shall control you. 
And that to be flexible doesn't mean to be weak or not to have personality, 
Because it doesn't matter how delicate and fragile the situation is, 
There are always two sides. 
You learn that heroes are those who did what was necessary to be done, 
Facing the consequences. 
You discover that sometimes, 
The person who you most expect to be kicked by when you fall, 
Is one of the few who will help you to stand up. 
You learn that maturity has more to do with the kinds of experiences you had 
And what you have learned from them, 
Than how many birthdays you have celebrated. 
You learn that there are more from you parents inside you than you thought. 
You learn that we shall never tell a child that dreams are silly, 
You learn that when you are angry, 
You have the right to be angry, 
But this doesn't give you the right to be cruel. 
You discover that only because someone doesn't love you the way you would like 
them to, 
It doesn't mean that this person doesn't love you the most they can, 
Beacuse there are people who love us, 
But just don't know how to show or live that. 
You learn that sometimes it isn't enough being forgiven by someone, 
Sometimes you have to learn how to forgive yourself. 
You learn that it doesn't matter in how many pieces your heart has been broken,
The world doesn't stop for you to fix it. 
You learn that time isn't something you can turn back, 
Therefore you must plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, 
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers."

--Unknown