Ok.
Here it is.
For the first time ever
.....in my life, of course,
I am confessing something that I've known about who I am for a very long time but...
but...was in a little denial.
I've just never wanted to come of as being cocky or a nuisance.
I'm talking about: The Being of Being Funny.
I've enjoyed a good chuckle, a great gut-buster, an eye-bucking-gasp-for-air type of laughter & humor since for as probably as long as I've learned to walk.
But in divulging into such a wonderful human experience, I've acquired the art of comedic storytelling with an animated twist to every retailing of a story, either it be fiction or truth.
Because The Truth is funny.
And I harness that which is of the truth.
BTW...
I well into my 30's.
Now, I'm not sure what really ignited this insane & comedically twisted persona of humor that I've achieved over time but the more I've come to know of those who are considered my family(by blood or not) are some of the very people who were closet to me as a young buck growing up.
Comedic DNA.
Where did mine come from?
Both sides of the family.
My families were always laughing.
And it was more like...
Everyone was always smiling.
Laughing.
Chuckling.
Whispering jokes.
Drinking and get'n loud.
Funny for no reason.
Dancing.
Dancing funny.
Making goofy faces.
Growing up when I think about it....there was always a new kid being born in the neighborhood.
Mostly in huge contribution from my family.
Which meant....
Always a reason for a party.
A babyshower.
Means...food.
Drink.
More Drink.
Laughing.
Loud laughing.
Goofy-ass laughing.
Drunk laughter.
Cool off periods.
More dancing...
More drinking.
More laughing.
And those were just Friday nights.
But also, the media was different while I was growing up.
I couldn't really tell back then but I sensed something terrible had recently happened and perhaps this was why all the adults seemed be always smiling and laughing.
Perhaps it was to keep from thinking about the tragic pains that America (in particularly Black America)had just gone through in the 60's with the death of our the nations top leaders.
Think about it:
John F Kennedy.
Martin Luther King Jr.
Malcom X
And here's a facto I bet you didn't know about the 70's....
the first email-transmission happened in 1971.
yeah but you knew that, right?
No you didn't!
Stop lying!
do ya homework homie.
The folks @ wiki did it for you.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1970s
donate when you can.
Anyways....
So....
The thought of raising kids & teenagers in the 70's had to be a job within itself.
And what better way to heal the human soul but through laughter.
Laughter heals the soul.
Medical files may not have records of this "new found" art to be healing, but I know it's true.
And let's talk about more of the media.
Like television in the 70's.
That was entertainment back then!!
That was laughter & comedy!
Storytelling at it's best.
Exaggerated truths unlike you've never heard before in your life.
Jokes that you'll probably never hear in your life.
Funny!
Johnny Carson.
Funny.
Richard Pryor.....Funny!
Happy Days.....corny & funny!
Wasn't expecting that one huh?
Well...it was funny to me.
White people can be funny.
Some of best that are white...are funny as shi*!
The funny part.....I forget they're white.
Funny has no color in my book.
If you funny....you funny.
You can be funny in the dark.
Sanford & Son........FUNNY!
The Odd Couple....funny!!
I get a kick out of watching the reactions of grumpy people.
There's absolutely nothing funnier to me than a grump.
I can be grump, no doubt.
As yes, I'm sure when that time comes...I'm crack'n-up on the inside.
You gotta laugh at yourself.
It's ok to do it often too.
I do it ALL the time.
I cant help but to think that all of those cartoons had everything to with my animated way in telling a story.
Merrie Melodies.
Looney Tunes.
Tom & Jerry.
Rocky & Bullwinkle.
Classics.
I mean think about it.
Jerry, nor Tom had voices......well only in an episode or two.
Even that was funny.
Caught totally off-guard.
But that was the comedy I grew up on.
So in all that i've stated, I had no choice in my comedic DNA outcome.
Speaking of the future of comedic DNA outcomes....
I believe all hope is gone!
They'll have to rely on dvd's and blue-rays of the good stuff I grew up on.
Because when did vulgar get funny?
Or disgust become entertaining?
Throwing-up is funny?
No it's disgusting.
Just the thought of someone yak'n their brains out isn't funny...it's terrible.
I called it as soon as digital cameras became really affordable to your average egotistical nut job.
And then to really get things started.....Youtube was born.
I was like "we're in for a world of pain"
When I say "we" I'm mostly referring to "we" as in the we who are entertained by genuinely funny people when we hear & see them.
..AND...as most know ...
You tube doesn't discriminate against stupid unfunny people, no matter what color you are.
So....Feel free to make an ass out of yourself for viral points & likes.
It's your world.
Just remember, nothing is ever deleted once it goes "inter-net"
I'm not judging you, let's be clear about that.
Back to the you tube thing....
Most THINK...content is funny.
But no.....I'm afraid not.
What now has become the standard for what is funny, simply just isn't.
In my channel search mode, I paused at the country channel (southern-country accents are funny to me)
...there was this Asian texan comedian? I dont remember his name Yang-Fo Bush? I dunno.
Anyways, I wanted to hear how funny this was guy was gonna be.
(Switching channel to cartoon network)
Yeah it was terrible.
This guy starts off his monologue degrading his asian heritage.
Yeah I get it, everybody does it.
The black guy talks about the hood and soul food.
The white dude talks about surfing and being rich.
The guy from europe just talks about sex throughout his entire act.
Can any of these guys tell great jokes and stories anymore?
NO...they cant.
So....
You now must find similar souls alike.
You must find each other.
And then share in the content of sheer unadulterated laughter!
It's therapeutic.
It's awesome.
It's evolving @ it's peak.
So keep at it.
Laugh a little.
Laugh a-lot!
Remember to smile when you do.
Ever see someone laugh but their overall facial expression didn't change?
Scary, huh?
You might be that person.
If so...do us all a favor......
....and dont do it again.
Laugh from the gut, like nobodies look'n.
And so what if they are.
9 out of 10, they want in on some of that.
Everyone wants in on something funny.
With all the hooplah we go through in our daily lives,
how can you not afford to let out a chuckle every-now & again?
THAT my friend, is the question.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
What does Capt'n Cocky, Mr. Obvious, and Sgt. Straightforward have in common?
They dont take nobodies sh**!
So let's go through each of these lucid personas in which I can attest to playing out in various actual scenarios.
Yeahhh.....It's called homework people.....home-work!
Notice that last word followed by the first word, home.
Yeah, ya got it now.
Work.
Do it.
Just do it.
Anyways.....
Captain Cocky: Yes he can get whatever he wants, when he wants it...most of the time.
95% of the time, you can bet that he has a ball (or two) in get'n it to.
No we're not talking sex here....u sick-o!
Capt'n Cocky has fun ....being cocky.
It's brings about a joy to see people buckle and silently wimmer when they see of someone who is overly confident in themselves and their actions... but for great reasons.
Ya see, ya cant be Capt'n Cocky and not be able to back ya sh** up.
Ya see, part of being Capt'n Cocky is that yo sh** IS TOGETHER!....tougher than leather....
....and not that pleather....(that synthetic stuff made from plastic which was highly used in the ghetto when referencing cheap-fake-a** leather jackets worn by wanna be hipsters and punks in the early 70's.; term coined by Amy Bach....thank you Amy!)
So when you're Capt'n Cocky ...you tend to speak with over zealous amount of cockiness when yo shi** is together.
Some may find offensive.
Some may welcome it.
But others would kill to actually have one day in the Captain's shoes.
Yeah well.... confidence doesn't grow on trees.
And for good reason too.
People would just go pick'n at the tree until it's lifeless.
Never wanting to do some work.
Always a short cut.
We're back at the word again.
SO.....
Being cocky or over confident isn't exactly a bad thing as I was contemplating.
It's all in the way you go about it and the timing of it all.
You gotta feel out your crowd first.
Or maybe not.
Now, let's talk about Mr. Obvious.
Mr Obvious will never let you down.
He makes everything and everybody aware of his presence.
The immediate response is astonishing.
True story(s)...I play Mr. Obvious every now & again when I decide to hit up the town for the night.
That's the beauty of SoCal.
It's so big, you can go anywhere and meet people.
You can be who ever you want to be.
Who cares?!?
Mr. Obvious at the right place at the right time will get....has gotten some bonus action points.
Yes, we are talking about sex now.
Mr. Obvious in the work place probably would not play over to well.
Your name would instantly go from Mr. Obvious to Mr. Dick.
And nobody likes Dick.
Nope not talk'n about sex.
Have you ever wondered how someone could actually stick to the name Dick?
Probably because.....the shoe fits?
Anyways...
Mr. Obvious is also highly confident.
Mr. Obvious may have indeed invented the entire concept of confidence.
You get my drift?
Yup I said drift.
Could've said swerve.
.....wait for it.....
Drift is better.
Mr. Obvious is about results.
Instant gratification, but with class.
Never dirty.
Always classy.
Not game.
Eye contact.
Body Language.
The ability to articulate exactly what the eyes and body language exhumes, is a priceless talent.
Over time, Mr. Obvious is achievable. In due time.
Never a rush.
Ok.
Last but not least....
Sergeant Straightforward.
Let me be clear: There is no sugar-coating with Sgt. Straightforward.
The Sgt. will let you know, cut and dry. Take or leave it.
At the end of the day, The Sgt feels good about his duties.
He can rest easily tonight because he is stressless.
He repels stress like a bullets to superman.
That's what makes the Sgt. cool.
You want the Sgt's opinion and/or point of view.
You know it's gonna be honest...and well.....
......straightforward.
The Sgt. is not a softy by no means.
He cant help who he is.
He pleasures enjoyment from the sheer thought of telling it like it is.
He has seen what holding shit in can do.
It's toxic.
It can eat you alive.
Stress will...and can kill you.
The Sgt. is aware!
So-what if he bruises a few feelings here and there....
At least they know the truth.
Truth hurts...sometimes.
Sincerely....I'd like to think that each of us have our own unique ways in which we choose to deal with situations, people, issues, etc.
These guys I've described is in each of us.
It's just a matter of time before an event triggers you into the personas.
When it's all over...you'll laugh.
You'll laugh, knowing you've defeated stress.
You're defeating stress.
Word up.
Keep evolving.
So let's go through each of these lucid personas in which I can attest to playing out in various actual scenarios.
Yeahhh.....It's called homework people.....home-work!
Notice that last word followed by the first word, home.
Yeah, ya got it now.
Work.
Do it.
Just do it.
Anyways.....
Captain Cocky: Yes he can get whatever he wants, when he wants it...most of the time.
95% of the time, you can bet that he has a ball (or two) in get'n it to.
No we're not talking sex here....u sick-o!
Capt'n Cocky has fun ....being cocky.
It's brings about a joy to see people buckle and silently wimmer when they see of someone who is overly confident in themselves and their actions... but for great reasons.
Ya see, ya cant be Capt'n Cocky and not be able to back ya sh** up.
Ya see, part of being Capt'n Cocky is that yo sh** IS TOGETHER!....tougher than leather....
....and not that pleather....(that synthetic stuff made from plastic which was highly used in the ghetto when referencing cheap-fake-a** leather jackets worn by wanna be hipsters and punks in the early 70's.; term coined by Amy Bach....thank you Amy!)
So when you're Capt'n Cocky ...you tend to speak with over zealous amount of cockiness when yo shi** is together.
Some may find offensive.
Some may welcome it.
But others would kill to actually have one day in the Captain's shoes.
Yeah well.... confidence doesn't grow on trees.
And for good reason too.
People would just go pick'n at the tree until it's lifeless.
Never wanting to do some work.
Always a short cut.
We're back at the word again.
SO.....
Being cocky or over confident isn't exactly a bad thing as I was contemplating.
It's all in the way you go about it and the timing of it all.
You gotta feel out your crowd first.
Or maybe not.
Now, let's talk about Mr. Obvious.
Mr Obvious will never let you down.
He makes everything and everybody aware of his presence.
The immediate response is astonishing.
True story(s)...I play Mr. Obvious every now & again when I decide to hit up the town for the night.
That's the beauty of SoCal.
It's so big, you can go anywhere and meet people.
You can be who ever you want to be.
Who cares?!?
Mr. Obvious at the right place at the right time will get....has gotten some bonus action points.
Yes, we are talking about sex now.
Mr. Obvious in the work place probably would not play over to well.
Your name would instantly go from Mr. Obvious to Mr. Dick.
And nobody likes Dick.
Nope not talk'n about sex.
Have you ever wondered how someone could actually stick to the name Dick?
Probably because.....the shoe fits?
Anyways...
Mr. Obvious is also highly confident.
Mr. Obvious may have indeed invented the entire concept of confidence.
You get my drift?
Yup I said drift.
Could've said swerve.
.....wait for it.....
Drift is better.
Mr. Obvious is about results.
Instant gratification, but with class.
Never dirty.
Always classy.
Not game.
Eye contact.
Body Language.
The ability to articulate exactly what the eyes and body language exhumes, is a priceless talent.
Over time, Mr. Obvious is achievable. In due time.
Never a rush.
Ok.
Last but not least....
Sergeant Straightforward.
Let me be clear: There is no sugar-coating with Sgt. Straightforward.
The Sgt. will let you know, cut and dry. Take or leave it.
At the end of the day, The Sgt feels good about his duties.
He can rest easily tonight because he is stressless.
He repels stress like a bullets to superman.
That's what makes the Sgt. cool.
You want the Sgt's opinion and/or point of view.
You know it's gonna be honest...and well.....
......straightforward.
The Sgt. is not a softy by no means.
He cant help who he is.
He pleasures enjoyment from the sheer thought of telling it like it is.
He has seen what holding shit in can do.
It's toxic.
It can eat you alive.
Stress will...and can kill you.
The Sgt. is aware!
So-what if he bruises a few feelings here and there....
At least they know the truth.
Truth hurts...sometimes.
Sincerely....I'd like to think that each of us have our own unique ways in which we choose to deal with situations, people, issues, etc.
These guys I've described is in each of us.
It's just a matter of time before an event triggers you into the personas.
When it's all over...you'll laugh.
You'll laugh, knowing you've defeated stress.
You're defeating stress.
Word up.
Keep evolving.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
My life in the sunshine OR Living in SoCal is whatever you make of it.
I really need to invest in some auto-type dictation software.
I just cant fork over 2bills for something that wont do all that it's suppose to do and more.
I dont think the technology is quite there.
So until that happens.
I guess I'll continue to shoot from the hip with my off-the-top-of-my-head-shoot from the hip tangents.
Hey, dont judge.
It's my therapy.
Between my tangents and ....happy snacks........
...and my massage chair....
...I'm good.
Anyways.
Let's chat about what has gone down in my life since my last blog....
My digital-studio in the box hard drive crashed.
That's actually major.
And as I should be in the corner somewhere whimpering like a little girl....
I think I'm doing very well.
Considering, I may have just lost over 2 years of music & vocals.
I have to be very honest.
(I hate when people say that by the way)
But....the hard drive crash thing?....yeah it's happened before.
I trust not technology but it is a tool.
The music I create is saved on an 1TB external hardrive.
I used the studio-in-a-box recorder to upload the music and then I would record vocals.
Most of the songs were one-takes, in which I most likely recorded into ProTools and then into an mp3.
1 week before the crash (as this happened last weekend @ my boy's Bday bash)...
I created 4 hit songs in a couple of days.
Something had come over me which got me back into recording mode.
I'm listening to one of the songs now.
I named it "I do"
No idea why.
There's another one called "Time"....
Thank God I recorded this one to mp3....with vocals.
It's a heater!!
No, really it is.
Cant wait to share.
Any-who.
Let's see....
A website launched today that allows me to get paid from when people want to buy my skills.
That sounds crazy right?
Well it's true.
A buddy called me a couple of months ago telling of the his new company in the Bay.
Said, it was launching multitalented people like myself into orbit!
I said "Wurd!?"
Next thing ya know I gotta kat showing up to shoot me for a photo op displaying my baked goods...
me playing my music....and me holding my camera.
2 days ago , the website launched.
I'm super excited.
My life is evolving.
Things are happening as they are suppose to.
I am soooo blesssed.
Big things a happening.
Also, I may have found my new haven of a living space.
It's NoHo.
I'm excited.
That's my first call in the morning....after the Get You Credit Back On Track webinar.
Oh Yeah!
Big shout out to my new accountant!
Love this guy.
WTF!!!!
Sorry...my headphones are on....but I can still hear the heavy loud bastards above me!
GEEEEEzzzzzz!!!!!!!!
Pray I get what I need....what I want.....so I can be in the zone I'm suppose to be in ....
...in order to share all that I am so that others are inspired.
Stay inspired.
Any-what!
My new accountant!
This guy.
If I'm to save people from themselves....this is the guy that's gonna help me propel into the status to do just that.
You're nobody without somebody in the pro field that's certified to handle your financial affairs.
It's krayzee!!
People will contemplate spending $250 on a CPA but are quick to go out and get the latest gadget, cell phone gizmo, or gear that ends up costing double the amount it would cost to have a CPA to get your life right with taxes, debt, & anything else your failing at in the financial realm.
I just hired a Financial Advisor too.
Well I didn't hire her....but I want to.
We see.
Well, So Cal living just keeps get'n better.
Yeesssss!
I just cant fork over 2bills for something that wont do all that it's suppose to do and more.
I dont think the technology is quite there.
So until that happens.
I guess I'll continue to shoot from the hip with my off-the-top-of-my-head-shoot from the hip tangents.
Hey, dont judge.
It's my therapy.
Between my tangents and ....happy snacks........
...and my massage chair....
...I'm good.
Anyways.
Let's chat about what has gone down in my life since my last blog....
My digital-studio in the box hard drive crashed.
That's actually major.
And as I should be in the corner somewhere whimpering like a little girl....
I think I'm doing very well.
Considering, I may have just lost over 2 years of music & vocals.
I have to be very honest.
(I hate when people say that by the way)
But....the hard drive crash thing?....yeah it's happened before.
I trust not technology but it is a tool.
The music I create is saved on an 1TB external hardrive.
I used the studio-in-a-box recorder to upload the music and then I would record vocals.
Most of the songs were one-takes, in which I most likely recorded into ProTools and then into an mp3.
1 week before the crash (as this happened last weekend @ my boy's Bday bash)...
I created 4 hit songs in a couple of days.
Something had come over me which got me back into recording mode.
I'm listening to one of the songs now.
I named it "I do"
No idea why.
There's another one called "Time"....
Thank God I recorded this one to mp3....with vocals.
It's a heater!!
No, really it is.
Cant wait to share.
Any-who.
Let's see....
A website launched today that allows me to get paid from when people want to buy my skills.
That sounds crazy right?
Well it's true.
A buddy called me a couple of months ago telling of the his new company in the Bay.
Said, it was launching multitalented people like myself into orbit!
I said "Wurd!?"
Next thing ya know I gotta kat showing up to shoot me for a photo op displaying my baked goods...
me playing my music....and me holding my camera.
2 days ago , the website launched.
I'm super excited.
My life is evolving.
Things are happening as they are suppose to.
I am soooo blesssed.
Big things a happening.
Also, I may have found my new haven of a living space.
It's NoHo.
I'm excited.
That's my first call in the morning....after the Get You Credit Back On Track webinar.
Oh Yeah!
Big shout out to my new accountant!
Love this guy.
WTF!!!!
Sorry...my headphones are on....but I can still hear the heavy loud bastards above me!
GEEEEEzzzzzz!!!!!!!!
Pray I get what I need....what I want.....so I can be in the zone I'm suppose to be in ....
...in order to share all that I am so that others are inspired.
Stay inspired.
Any-what!
My new accountant!
This guy.
If I'm to save people from themselves....this is the guy that's gonna help me propel into the status to do just that.
You're nobody without somebody in the pro field that's certified to handle your financial affairs.
It's krayzee!!
People will contemplate spending $250 on a CPA but are quick to go out and get the latest gadget, cell phone gizmo, or gear that ends up costing double the amount it would cost to have a CPA to get your life right with taxes, debt, & anything else your failing at in the financial realm.
I just hired a Financial Advisor too.
Well I didn't hire her....but I want to.
We see.
Well, So Cal living just keeps get'n better.
Yeesssss!
Friday, October 5, 2012
ChemTrails...Believe it....Or Not.
What you dont know is gonna kill you.
Yes.
Look to the skies.
Our wonderful beautiful skies.
If Louis Armstrong were alive today, his song might go something like this....
"I see trees are gone. The skies aint blue. Chemtrails are blazing. The Governments knows what's true. And I think to myself....what a really f***ed up world!"
I dont get it.
You know clouds are really made of ice crystals.
Clouds can not form straightlines and patterns.
And clouds move away.
They must do the spraying when most people that work are indoors.
So much for the working 9-5 concept.
With the potential to make more money through internet resources.....
...who needs to work a nine-to-five?
Oh yeah ....it's that benefits & Health Care thing that comes with the job.
Yeah because you're gonna need it with all of the nano-particles that are getting into our water, food and air supply.
Maybe even some preventative long term insurance too!
I suppose it makes sense to kill off leaders who might have the potential leadership skills to massively inform large groups of people.
Especially black people.
"They" are aware of the potential black people hold within their souls to overcome well...almost anything.
Black people are smart.
Dont let the media fool you.
Oh....sorry...too late.
Well, think about Martin....
I'm sure he saw the future.
So did someone else.
Malcom....
same thing.
John F K....same.
Lenon....same
Michael Jackson.
I could go on.
Think about it if these leaders of yesterday were still alive....
Let's go back to Louis Armstrong song....
"What a wonderful world it would be!"
Evolve.
Look up to the skies.
Take action.
Go to your nearest health store and pick up some Metal Detox.
They will know what you're looking for.
You're gonna need it for over the next 20 years or so.
If we're not all killed off by then.
Watch for the signs..
It's happening now.
People cant fear what they dont know....and they dont know what they dont have access to.
Libraries are closing.
Books will always be useful.
Especially with we go off the tech grid.
And it will happen.
There will be a shut down of world wide technology.
It will be the day the world stood still.
Yeah and what about our food....
FDA messing with our supplements and vitamins
Black men are balding.
White men are balding.
In 1970 how many bald men were there?
Not many.
I only remember Telly Savalis as Kojak.
And Louis Gossett Jr as George Jefferson's old navy budy who was trying to hit on Weezie.
Black men had hair.
And lots of it.
Not today.
It's not just a fad either.
No one wants to look like George Jefferson.
Or Louis Gossett Jr.
That's all.
Hair is flexible.
Not bald.
Bald is bald.
You better just hope your mom rubbed your head when you were a newborn.
My mom says this helps form your head as an infant.
I have a nice head.
So I'm told.
Whatever.
Thinning hair @ the crown.
So annoying.
But that's the least of my worries....
ChemTrails.
Email Congress.
Email your Governments.
Research.
Spread the word.
Research.
Read somemore
Love.
Evolve.
Look to the sky first.
There just may be a double rainbow....
If it is, dont expect a pot of gold at the end.
Expect that there are people that wish to control us and the populations across the country.
IF you haven't been made aware of such actions....
I dare you to ask someone....you trust.....What are ChemTRails?
They wont know.
Because they never look to the sky.
They trying to make us die.
Soooo not fair.
Detox.
Detox.
Eat right.
Evolve.
Educate.
Love.
Write.
Share.
Love.
Did I say love already?
Oh yeah...and MORE LOVE!
lol!
I'm sleepy.
Off to bed.
Good night.
Dont let the ChemTrails bite!
Yes.
Look to the skies.
Our wonderful beautiful skies.
If Louis Armstrong were alive today, his song might go something like this....
"I see trees are gone. The skies aint blue. Chemtrails are blazing. The Governments knows what's true. And I think to myself....what a really f***ed up world!"
I dont get it.
You know clouds are really made of ice crystals.
Clouds can not form straightlines and patterns.
And clouds move away.
They must do the spraying when most people that work are indoors.
So much for the working 9-5 concept.
With the potential to make more money through internet resources.....
...who needs to work a nine-to-five?
Oh yeah ....it's that benefits & Health Care thing that comes with the job.
Yeah because you're gonna need it with all of the nano-particles that are getting into our water, food and air supply.
Maybe even some preventative long term insurance too!
I suppose it makes sense to kill off leaders who might have the potential leadership skills to massively inform large groups of people.
Especially black people.
"They" are aware of the potential black people hold within their souls to overcome well...almost anything.
Black people are smart.
Dont let the media fool you.
Oh....sorry...too late.
Well, think about Martin....
I'm sure he saw the future.
So did someone else.
Malcom....
same thing.
John F K....same.
Lenon....same
Michael Jackson.
I could go on.
Think about it if these leaders of yesterday were still alive....
Let's go back to Louis Armstrong song....
"What a wonderful world it would be!"
Evolve.
Look up to the skies.
Take action.
Go to your nearest health store and pick up some Metal Detox.
They will know what you're looking for.
You're gonna need it for over the next 20 years or so.
If we're not all killed off by then.
Watch for the signs..
It's happening now.
People cant fear what they dont know....and they dont know what they dont have access to.
Libraries are closing.
Books will always be useful.
Especially with we go off the tech grid.
And it will happen.
There will be a shut down of world wide technology.
It will be the day the world stood still.
Yeah and what about our food....
FDA messing with our supplements and vitamins
Black men are balding.
White men are balding.
In 1970 how many bald men were there?
Not many.
I only remember Telly Savalis as Kojak.
And Louis Gossett Jr as George Jefferson's old navy budy who was trying to hit on Weezie.
Black men had hair.
And lots of it.
Not today.
It's not just a fad either.
No one wants to look like George Jefferson.
Or Louis Gossett Jr.
That's all.
Hair is flexible.
Not bald.
Bald is bald.
You better just hope your mom rubbed your head when you were a newborn.
My mom says this helps form your head as an infant.
I have a nice head.
So I'm told.
Whatever.
Thinning hair @ the crown.
So annoying.
But that's the least of my worries....
ChemTrails.
Email Congress.
Email your Governments.
Research.
Spread the word.
Research.
Read somemore
Love.
Evolve.
Look to the sky first.
There just may be a double rainbow....
If it is, dont expect a pot of gold at the end.
Expect that there are people that wish to control us and the populations across the country.
IF you haven't been made aware of such actions....
I dare you to ask someone....you trust.....What are ChemTRails?
They wont know.
Because they never look to the sky.
They trying to make us die.
Soooo not fair.
Detox.
Detox.
Eat right.
Evolve.
Educate.
Love.
Write.
Share.
Love.
Did I say love already?
Oh yeah...and MORE LOVE!
lol!
I'm sleepy.
Off to bed.
Good night.
Dont let the ChemTrails bite!
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