Super Boring Diary Express Work Train

Super Boring Diary Express Work Train

I don't do the usual
I am the casual
even on a Wednesday I settle the minuscule
no one cares
that's the liberal mentality
the totality
spoken like a coach
giving on of his female students a coach bag
the old hag hanging at the office off of the 5th or 6th
the illegal gifts
the illegal turns
the rapper learns
the weed grows to discern
the entertainment value is digitised
the oversize boy with a massive soy vanilla vente latte
YES. we got it
not to disturb you sigh on your forehead
give me a head if you care to
look at me and sympathize
suburban blues
is compartmentalized
the money talks but on one really talks
the stalkers are lurking in your head
the perverted man was all ready dead
the fat man said the stocks were falling
with your testosterone level
you could do wonders
they ponder
dare to flunder a young mistress
it's not the 50's anymore so you just got hired
for your tattooed ways
and he was even pierced
and he even partied

no one cared
and in plain sight he blurted a new one
one for the team
she was admired

Fun employment
the sad annoyment
appointment taken
who is beaten
the greetings
giving and weeping
the the the
sleeping
still in the rhyme world
regurgitation
masturbation
not working cause I don't have to
love to make it big
too much ego under cover
get away with vulgarity like pussy and stussy
news paper marches
band singing black berry marry popping pop
loli pop and no creativity
another product to sell to a jerk ass
another show to romance
true love prostitution
ask a pimp online
it's safe and preferred
no one trusts the natural
diary bastard
plastered after two drinks
got to be lovely
hireable employee
who is this taxating droid
Lori and the gayness town
all in gray
they sat around their corner for a pink hat for their mutt
what is your web address
the stress is never ending
for the weekend
to catch the latest
news blogging shoes
the sexual stress smooths
the surface of her hard exterior
the menitor
lingering navy colors
it's a clear day to complicate my thoughts with simplicity
my professionalism is amountable to a baby's rear
commercial to target needy love
I for one is concerned for the absurd

Land Caster

Land Caster

Every one scratches
and catches a glimpse of genius
this is the ferry that carries dreams
so the secretaries are on board
one is left with urban rhyme tendencies
and I struck with the bore
they will
interview for a crucial conflict
the result is illicit
legit
fatty in a hot tub
more ghetto nastiness
prostitution
slinging the coolness
products lined up
stress amounts
but this is all bounced

bounce baby bounce
you 'r fiance baby hound
like a grey hound baby elongate
and pounce

bounce baby bounce

I do amount to the radio waves
the sporty confrontation
who is the bitch king
more love for the horny
northern California baby
I smoked my lungs black for complication
race and skills
woods on pills
crafty thrills
more obscurities and coffee house atmosphere
old school beats and can I get a what what feats
old joys
butt plugs and dirty magazines
the certification is 2 days old sir you must renew it

I was walking home and not straying
learning that proper swag for I want to be a Mormon?
questions of the land obsessions of the lad, semen's and computer systems
I fear that I might be a fag
not good enough for a smile from a pure heart
a clean love
she is in a stable condition
caring for what is to be cared
but when will you shock the zoned out
brain dead cranium
William Nealson stadium
tell me what you are talking about
or i will give you more base
and break it down with the freaked out wild style

Who cares of the itch

Who cares of the itch

Bugs are moving faster than you
bromance places high value on the few and above
emotions and rapping paper
later you look at the charts
they creep in here till 10 o'clock
coming out with toilet paper you said
the humble rumblings
shoe shop madness
get it cheap greatness
lateness in mind
games going far, going hard
rhyme's are depleting
the album is broiling
the seasound is wavering it's final contract
the tougher the crime the more attention
to the pension it's not universal and you didn't strike a cord
bonanza bookings
practice makes perfect
I've been misunderstood
my life is a result of an experiment gone wrong
labby's and boldy's
no shorty for me for I got the signal wrong
money was no issue
the tissue was chewed
the living construe
the fab is misused
this is a good
rhyming away in a place the cares

I slacked I dreamed
I wondered
but that was not good enough
poeting and loitering
all I can do is move forward
hating the fortunate
I procrastinate while energy penetrates the synergy
exemplifies the degenerate
I celibate
I am concrete on that
so I take a bit, bites of flees
who knew they were creaps

The Special Care for No. 1

The Care for No. 1

I was there
in the beat, the seat
it was cold like skepticold
you were told to obey the jurisdiction
the contradiction sweat
peach juice, cocktails abound
this is for the sophisticated
Jim-crow law in affect
for u were das efex
yes, sodomy is rampant
the lamenting's the borderline personalities
I was there
the chair is up in the air
baseball bats and peach fuzz buzz, the sexualization of everything
it's tormenting me
so there for I go snowboarding
the pursuit of only one thing
money, pussy, juicy the the the
I forgot the purpose, my words are doper than yours
it's a course in folly
the only score I will be getting is one
that's wholly
on my back the 5 layers
says relax with this beat please
and soak with the tax reform
independence from High Tea sippy society
let me get that cheaze
put it on my french fries
and while you are doing that
I will pursue my dutch bowling skills
with the ills of soviet style governing
and a sprinkle of importance
atomic age application with the romance prostitution

the girls were putting it on
so I went on and got it on
by my self
I was the norm
the soak in demonic curses worm
monica rehersing her potential
and the only thing I could remember is that I was offensive

DAAAAm

I just realized that how much of a Bad Japanese I have become. I don't even conform to the group standards anymore, and I am becoming more of a NEET than anything. I don't feel like I am a NEET, but I kind of fall in to that category. I am not communicating with my people, it's a damm shame, but all of this happened because I thought I had to abandon an aspect of my culture to attain something, but that thing is almost meaningless and I just regret the fact that I got so lazy and shit, it's like I been going in circles and it's just one meaningless shit after another.

Am I improving, not really, I don't think so. I kind of can allow my self to be outside of the Box, and it's like all of this like going out with the girls that I go out with, and the entertainment that I immerse my self with, the thoughts that I allow my self to have is making me feel more confident as to who I am but it's not really taking me any where. I know I kind of didn't have that stable grounds, maybe I have some personality disorder, and it seams like some aspects of that is cured. All I got to do is move forward, but in this ecnomy, it's kind of getting hard. I am throwing my hands up in the air, and just in a giving up kind of stance.

I got to tell my self, that, right now, where I am is not good enough, I can't rely on magic alone. hahahaha.

double U

Here goes a Haiku:

Long ago, double effort

was needed for you to come clean

in a midst of a winter storm

You know I had a good up bringing, seriously, I am glad that I grew up in Japan, and I am very greatfull that I am part Japanese, because I can really understand the culture, I know it intuitively, and this aspect of me fuels my artistic creativity. In fact because I have been trying to separate my self from Japanese influence I think my art started to dwindle and become stale. I was not whole, I was a chicken without a head on. If only I acknowledge my Japanese heritage, I think I can be a whole. I been a Japanese for like most of my time in my life, and taking that away or trying to not see that well be like killing my self. This is all happened, the awakening to myself because of a conversation and the few CD's I bought which were ego-wrapping's new one, and Sambo-master, the dudes who sing that song from Denshya Otoko-the TV show.

I well self publish my poems here, because I can do it.

The title is "The way towards inwards"

lack of hustling

reality is stuck on my forehead

publish all this in sea weed

happiness is in the sun

then what do you call it when

the purpose of life changed to duty

to drenchthe place where no man lives where

I want to live is a tropical starsprinkle land

I couldn't feel the starsshe thought I quit but

far from itloneliness of a college girl

the purpose expandswho knows

the way inwards

I too, yes the machines symbolizes

a girls obsession, Mr Gringo

stop the Jingles

who is nine, around that time

I went and fetched batteries and

all that has been about

yo, you denied the artist

you stuck like that for it

I said that it was going to

corrupt everythingand it did

but no one listened

I got to say all this just to keep it in

the thoughts bounce off the walls

to spark some mutual interest

murals escapist resist all

of this at the same time

the plot twist persist

it's all in the name of marketing

Jonney, Mark has come up with something

truly brilliant

the love affairs grow

the waste you only know

the true sees it but they faked

pre-sees it

but who but I do, and soon

enough pressure bug invades

all aspects of creativity

it kills without a handit switches the key

only loneliness spawns the

evil versethe curse torn in little remorse

who will do it, who will shoot

the heights and sacrifices

invisible eyes revealwhole

some but stilldouble sighted outlandish

marking pens

who is this ask Ms. Spears the spells

continue, art sparks whenthe emotions are flowing

it doesn't when it's stagnate

wrong doing on the web

life is speculation who wants

to live it mentality flourishes

the seas know, recedes to

childish curses, the reaction

be gotten, no one there to care

the monsters rebelin the midst of the soldiers

awakening humanity has made it's match

it don't make no money mentality

stop blocking me"greed in ego life; super sayian

only you got to changeto make sure all has not

More

That's jenny Suville, and she is cool, you know a nice 90's artist don't heart too much.

This is how I feel after I open my bills, and survey my conditions financially.

sharing images I like

I don't know the artist but this one certainly says something about our country. I mean look at it.

I like the Damien

You know Damien Hirst has a point, and I can't help my self but to take in some of his sayings.


"Art goes on in your head," he says. "If you said something interesting, that might be a title for a work of art and I'd write it down. Art comes from everywhere. It's your response to your surroundings. There are on-going ideas I've been working out for years, like how to make a rainbow in a gallery. I've always got a massive list of titles, of ideas for shows, and of works without titles"

that might be true, and that might a new direction for art.

Cross refrencing marx

I agree with this, it's been on my mind for a long time. It's very interesting though.

Marx's Theory of Alienation is based upon his observation that in emerging industrial production under capitalism, workers inevitably lose control of their lives and selves, in not having any control of their work. Workers never become autonomous, self-realized human beings in any significant sense, except the way the bourgeois want the worker to be realized. Alienation in capitalist societies occurs because in work each contributes to the common wealth, but can only express this fundamentally social aspect of individuality through a production system that is not publicly social, but privately owned, for which each individual functions as an instrument, not as a social being:

'Let us suppose that we had carried out production as human beings. Each of us would have in two ways affirmed himself and the other person. 1) In my production I would have objectified my individuality, its specific character, and therefore enjoyed not only an individual manifestation of my life during the activity, but also when looking at the object I would have the individual pleasure of knowing my personality to be objective, visible to the senses and hence a power beyond all doubt. 2) In your enjoyment or use of my product I would have the direct enjoyment both of being conscious of having satisfied a human need by my work, that is, of having objectified man’s essential nature, and of having thus created an object corresponding to the need of another man’s essential nature. ... Our products would be so many mirrors in which we saw reflected our essential nature.'" (Comment on James Mill)

Marx attributes four types of alienation in labour under capitalism.^[1] These include the alienation of the worker from his or her ‘species essence’ as a human being rather than a machine; between workers, since capitalism reduces labour to a commodity to be traded on the market, rather than a social relationship; of the worker from the product, since this is appropriated by the capitalist class, and so escapes the worker's control; and from the act of production itself, such that work comes to be a meaningless activity, offering little or no intrinsic satisfactions.

Marx also put emphasis on the role of religion in the alienation process, independently from his famous quote on the opium of the masses. ^[2]

Simply put and taken directly from George Ritzer's: "Contemporary Sociological Theory and It's Roots", the four types of alienation of workers from capitalist/owners are: -Activities of the workers are chosen by the owners, capitalist; who in return pay them. -Ownership of production/product in hands of capitalist. -Workers are likely to be separated from their fellow workers. -Workers driven away from their potential and tasks become mindless.

Cash

Starting a new blog, maybe I will post and write about work, and other money sources.