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the deepest shit is that it’s that which not be known, that’s the whole 9, the idea that, well, mad shit is out of your control and you just gotta let that shit vibe & percolate, and then you gotta do shit, you know, there’s shit that’s got to get doin, right wrong or down at the Pepperidge farm, nobody said this shit would be easy. And that’s just to let you know anykine basic stuff and like try to coagulate that in with the rest of what society says is right what people you know or have interacted with even in the slight sense or that have occurred in your hemisphere, the concern of whut they will think, the unknown knowing of realizing that which might transpire and the all apparent rationale behind it. But there’s nothing there, that’s the whole trip, it’s just a bunch of random shit happening all at the same time. You just gotta step up within the zone & then you might realize how to engulf the gravy train into enlightenment, and you just gotta enjoy what’s going on and not think of that which may be in some future time, you gotta be like that dude from north shore, you know, first he’s in the gutters in waiks, all confused, but then he gets out to the country side of the island and meets keilani the Puerto Rican Hawaiian from Malibu that let’s her know that the hui will come kick his ass if any kine of shenanigans even seem like they’re going on and then, I mean shit you’ve gotta deal with lance berkhardt.

Ps: the pic is an oldie of darrick martin who the clips signed to a 10 day contract. He was their point guard for the last playoff “run” if you wanna call losing three straight a “run” back in 97, the last time clips made playoffs. Yes you read that correctly.

Thursday, January 06, 2005

Posted 2:08 PM by Alfred

Yo yo yo brass monkey styles all that shit. I know I ain’t been around for a spell, well, not that long, maybe I spoil all y’all, yah, that’s the tick, that’s it, no mas of this, nah, I couldn’t do that to you, I’m addicted to the game, all that bullshit.

Monday, January 03, 2005

Posted 6:36 PM by Alfred

really minors da kiners whut I gotta ok not gotta tell you put there’s pics to crip and then do a walk on over to the brewski infested side of the other kine dillios, so you know, I mean, that’s the way it is & it’s like that. Werd 2, wait, you know the rest.

So if n2deep calls and they’re running out of akron ohio then you’ll know that that which you suspected may in fact be closely related to the truth.

And if it’s not, hey, I mean, it’s no meat off of your skillet, right? Right. Trust me on it. You can, you know, like, the drill, it’s that of which you are familiar. That of which whut you know, and know to be known, even when there are times where in which it seems like you do not know it. That thing, you know. Yup. That one. No, wait, no not that one. Yah. That one.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Posted 10:50 PM by Alfred

well the clippers won, in case you were wondering. Beyond that beautiful endeavor I had a great day as tony the tiger would say albeit with more emphasis. Watched the broncos who I hate but a good friend loves beat an intentionally neutered team, which is a long story, but well within the legal and quite easy boundaries to find out & discover for yourself if you so desire, which if you do or do not is really no concern of mine either way.

We had some good friends over at the house today which is always fun to watch the aforementioned game & chill out & have some pupus & beer & cruise and the whole nine yards and that was all good in the hood fa sho. I’m no longer concerned to coin a phrase ad infinitum if people give a rat’s ass or do not or if I’m designated as “meaningful” or non whatever you may have, I mean, life’s too short to bother yourself with whether or not the words that you scribble onto the internet are deemed that which should be retrieved by those that retrieve things like that, if there be them in the first place, so, kool & the gang.

Um, yah, so new years was dope all the way around, food folks & fun, not to steal a phrase from Ronald, but you know the drill, a good is a good & a bad is a bad and a muffin always goes the way of the albatross, except for Tuesday & Thursday when it better stay its ass inside the house. Chuuuch.