no, i'm not dead.

heh.

not even close.

merely, i figured it would be a shame if i didn't post something for the year of 2011, in my insignificant little Web Logue.

´to let you-all know i am still around.

which i am.

i am sure you'll be happy to know i've earned $1.65 (US) to date, here.

(i look forward to getting The Cheque in the mail.

>:=P)

at any rate, i think that what i need to make happen is investing in a new desktop computer, for m'self — thence, i can begin the process of converting all my hand-writ journals to that coveted Electronic Formatte: something i'd been meaning to do for years, now.

on my humble, 3GB RAM/2 x 2.0GHz laptop..
..well, let's just say there's not enough Cocaine in the world, that would make me presume that i may successfully attempt what is going to be a long, arduous (albeït very hilarious — me being the youthful, subversive cut•up that i was) process on this thing.


anyway.

let me go eat my Pasta-and-Rice dinner, here — it's pretty good..
..i just wish there was also Pilaf interspersed through here.
but neither of these two particular, ready-made mixes, didn't contain it — so i shall just have to do without, at this time.

:->.

incidentally, i think i know a part of the secret of recreating uncle ben's old-favourite Chicken-Stock Rice w/Shells, now — it will involve rice-a-roni's chicken broccoli rice and four-cheese rice..
..some additional chicken stock. . . . .and Shells.

of course.

i look forward to giving that a whirl, some time.

´wish me luck, y'all.

and i'll chat you in a few months or so.


(p.s. — be kind to your Merchandise Stockers: or we will murder you.

l.o.l.

♥ ♥)

"that was Yesterday.

"now yesterday is Gone.."

..yesterday, the 13th.

was that when i'd begun implementing the next phase of renovating this site's look?
or was it the 12th¿

(i believe it was the 13th.
although it could have been the 12th, as well.)


and it seems..
..those nice folks over at Blogger had, some time ago, finally realized that they needed to start thinking from outside of The Box — their giving us the ability to work with those Three Columns, themselves.

which is cool of them to do.

(although i still had to go "behind the scenes" to tweak the maximum width of my blog, personally: 1000px just wasn't enough.

thankfully i was able to remember how to do that much..
..but if i ever get the opportunity to resume posting on a semi-regular basis, i'm going to need to review a few things, in order to get me back up to speed with those elements of HTML which i had previously familiarized myself.


so, who knows?


either way, i hope you fuckers will finally start taking to my web logue — i mean, i'm not doing this strictly for m`health, y'know.

Please, you-all: suffer from No Illusions, hence.

For it means naught, the fact that there haven't been any updates, here, in years.

My eyes still watch over the proceedings..

..and my mind waits for a break in your silence.

At any rate, I'm toying with the idea of changing my web logue's lay•out..

..but, how to do That, without stripping away the three-columns i'd worked so hard on reïmplementing?

in The Night...

...here unfolds, the - - - - - - - - - Story ever told..

..and somewhere far along this road i - - - - my soul: to you mother|fuckers that are so heartless.........

.........and i do have Some Stories.

i just hadn't had The Will to relate them.

for all these months whereïn i'd maintained my Silence, i've been seeking some sort of Interaction with you-all, from my blog; although It is, indeed, but of a mere "penny a pound," i still say, after almost 3,000 Hits, i should have more greeting me, at least once or twice every two weeks, than what i had been netting, up to this point: which, for the exception of one person, is nothing.

bluntly.

but It's cool; i'm not worried about this being Post|Humous Gold: more than anything, i might predict this as being a Body Of Work that some fuck|wit would deign try "using against me" once i finally begin attaining some Notoriety, via some of my other pursuits.

(he might try It — i would fuck his shit up.)

:-).

~||~

i have some stories to tell.

but what motivation had i, to share?

even to this day, my blog generates hits mostly only because of "philip-anthony rodriguez."

(with his probable-Pank Ass.)

such being the mind-set, and attention span, of my "patrons."

but it's cool: for, one way or another, it shall be i who comes out on top.

Indeed.

Chocolate Reign:

Some stay dry and others feel the pain.

Chocolate Reign:

The school books say it can't be here again.

Chocolate Reign:

History quickly crashing through your veins.

~||~

tch.

i really don't know what to say.

i guess i could say that i am merely Checkin' In.

i do have a coupla Developing Stories that i would like to tell you..

..but i don't believe it would be a good idea to divulge, quite just yet.

(there are still three possible ways that one of my stories can go..

but let's save That for later.)

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i really don't see what the big draw is, for mr. terrance dean: he doesn't strike me as being extraördinarily attractive.

he a'ight.

i should be as able to get the guys he had been talking about in His Book, as he.

(maybe The Fellas are just scared to approach me, because it look like i be finna tear some shit if they were to come at me with some Fag Shit, m'self?

{oh.

and we'll see who bends whom over.

for, it would be a bloody fight if he thinks he's gonna run a train in my ass.})

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and i, too, am like some people who read Hiding In Hip Hop: "what's the point?"

the [nigger] didn't name any {relevant} names.

that "oh, you'll know who he's talking about" shit ain't helpin' nothin'.

i ain't for no guessin' games, when it comes to this.

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alexyss k. tylor.

i want to continue to see what she does.

i think she is destined to do something Especial.

if i can't give her anything else, she certainly has my spiritual support.

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i guess i don't really feel like talking about much, at the moment..

..but, as always, there are a great many things that i can share.

maybe i do have my own Profound Mission that i am to carry out.

:-).

who knows?

one thing is for certain: we are going to have to strike some sort of Balance between spirituality and reality.

no one person's prayers are supposed to be anymore important that another's: two people pray for getting a certain job — one woman with a college degree and 3 years of relevant prior experience; one man who has but a mere G.E.D., an 82-point I.Q., and not much else going for him.

who do you think is going to get hired?

and why?

because God felt one person was more deserving than the other?