"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?

Barack Says:

Barack Says:

Barack Says:

Barack says: "fuck y'all white niggas! **ah ha ha ha ha!**"

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i mean, the republicans had been fucking up so badly that People of Sense who otherwise normally would have just sat back and watched shit continue to fall apart actually felt compelled to get their asses up and vote, this time around.

it could have been anyone ... i mean i don't believe most of us voted for Barack, for his own merits.. ..it was more of our having gotten profoundly tired of the Republican Bull|Shit.

(it did help his cause, that Mr. Obama seems like a substantially-more intelligent person.

of course.)

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it was unfortunate that his grandmother couldn't hang on long enough to see her baby get The Top Prize..
..but, astrologically, it probably had to happen that way.

(meaning, that's how The Stars had to align themselves, in order ensure Barack's victory.)

it is regrettable that she wasn't able to hold out until at least she'd seen The Victory with her own eyes.. ..but, maybe she let herself pass because she already was assured he'd become our newest president?

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i still say that Barack/Hillary would have been a dream team..
..for, even if someone were to assasinate them both, Nancy Pelosi would become the Prez by default.

instead, it will be a White Man who'd fill in that seat..
..although...

...i'm still convinced that it would be to The Whites advantage not to try anything funny.

because i, too, would look for any reason to stab'n'slice any [flag-waving] Republican: especially one who'd deign gloat over Mr. Obama's murder.

if only we could get the thug niggers to focus their energies on the right people, this time.....

(added 7:28 a.m., 11/8/08)

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i mean, obviously Rock has to watch his fuckin' back for White Terrorists.. ..but he might also want to ensure he stays on his Ps'n'Qs while he's in office, as much as possible: for, i know that there will be several million black people who will be pissed with him if he fucks shit up even worse than Georgie Boy ever had.

blacks don't need their reputation fucked up any worse than it already is.

and i know Whites merely look for even a whisper of a reason to crucify him.

(if an intern even *looks* at ´Rack cross-eyed, it's going to be a Scandal.)

so, keep your Nose clean, kind sir...

(ended 7:35 a.m., 11/8/08)

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this futon is sorta like a God Send for me.

my back hasn't had any real complaints..
..i just need to get An Ultimate Mattress, some time...

...one that is just like me: not too firm..
..not too soft. . . . .

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i don't understand: why is it that the only full-time Stocking Positions that i can be offered, by safe|way, are all ones that aren't muther|fuckin' accessible by Regular Bus?

this is bull|shit.

as if i feel like tiring myself out before i even get there, after walking two or three miles from the closest possible bus|stop.

fuck.

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I have no interest in butchering you, Sir.

i'll tell you what: this new Castlevania game, certainly, has been giving me a run for my money!

and Shanoa, certainly, is not who someone who'd i'd ever expect to be able to play as.

which is just fine by me.

things needed to be shook up.

...

furtherlymore: all that i have been seeing has merely given me more reason to want to see a new 2D Castlevania released on a GD-ROM (preferably for the Playstation 2, since that's the only current-gen console i have — although, certainly, it can be released on others as well).

i would love to see a large-scale version of Order of Ecclesia.

i have so many ideas...

(added 7:35 a.m., 11/8/08)

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one other thing i have a problem with is the guys, (who prefer to primarily act as "the inserting agent," {otherwise known as "The Top"}, between a given set of Sexual Participants), who feel that since no one is going to be messing around with their back|side, they aren't obligated to warsh back there, or only warsh at a bare-fuckin'-minimum.

so when you go to give them oral sex, you smell their funky nuts and their funky arses.

i cannot consider such an individual to be a "man" if he doesn't have the common sense or the common courtesy to clean that shit yet maintains his sense-of-entitlement_based desire to put his cock in everyone's faces.

as if he is all that.

with his dove-scented ass juices burning my god-damn nose.

what audacity!

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ever since i started this blog, i had been compelled to use "↕" to act as separator between Select Words — because the programming of this site apparently prohibited me from using "|" as i had been accustomed to, everywhere else.

when i looked back at the original version of this post, around 7:20 this morning, i saw something interesting: the mid-slash that i accidentally, Out Of Habit, put between "safeway" was left intact, instead of having been deleted entirely.

which compelled me to conduct a little experiment..

..upon its completion, i discovered that i can, apparently, write in my blog much in the way that i am used to, now.

i don't know when Blogger fixed that problem but, i am glad it's fixed.

(ended 7:54 a.m., 11/8/08)