• my house's air conditioner is broken. the whole thing. we won't get a new one for a long time. this is horrible D: butttttt, i've been feeling pretty great lately :D it's 2:30 am, i don't know what to type. i wish people would stop stereotyping rap as being about negative, degrading things. a lot of it is, and it's stupid. but...not all of it :| for example, grieves: I got too many problems and not enough solutions a brain that makes you people think I’m lost and gone delusional and America loves it another sunken battleship another stranded photo book with all my pictures plastered in it. I ain't got a pass yet I’m walking like a free man holding on to heaven while questioning why I feel damned and.. this is something that I’ve tragically adapted to. cellophane my heart to pull the knife out of my back from you and god won’t tell me if he wants me to live don’t speak to me in the way you portray in your hymns don’t breathe through me in the way that you say that you live and don’t treat me differently when satan insists. and this is it. i gotta hold it to the grain gotta breathe life into this desert we roam in shame oughta leave frights window sill and leap from its pain and paint one city block within my unedible fate.

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