Public Property

Refer to the peeranoria-July 2009.

Cause its rough. Tough.

2 hrs. of sleep.

I opened my mouth and my lips ripped.

Moisture for real.

Tipped the envelope all the way.

It's done with. Correct Choice.

Finally bit my tongue and revived myself.

I have a flow now. And an emergence of development.

Singular.

He/She Said.

That dirty laundry in which I dismiss at anytime. Do not want to smell it. Do not want to touch it. Do not want to see it. I want no part of it, no association, affiliation, placed in circles with such situations. I do not welcome skeletons, I keep the doors of others locked at all times. Secret rooms, five finger conversations, swinging index fingers complementing punch lines embedded with people's names, I hide from. I blur out. Camouflage. Duck and cover.

It irritates. I just don't want to hear it. If it doesn't have my name included or affects me in any way, I'll peace out.

7°F

you are engulfed by these new years feelings. The new numbers to the date move you with inspiration, and your enthusiasm bangs hard on life. You sense that nothing is to stop you to your goal and dreams, dreams? What dreams? You don't use the word dreams.. because the word is just in play when images and thoughts are flowing, visions of what is maybe possible. A possibility that you might desire but hasn't been finalized into reality. “Fuck Dreams, Make Plans” is what I am basically trying to say. 'Try try try like the song' I tell you. There is no such thing of being late. If you breath air and move your limbs, and dream, you have time to make plans and put into play your crave. desire. want. need. passion. Apply yourselffffffff.......

The Devil in The White City

I think im going to brake up my blogs. I might be writing too many subjects under one title.

Yuppers.

17 days till I take a hike. Feels a little weird now. I need to address it to my inner self. Preparation.

“Day of release, Depart from me, I never knew you”

Accelerated. Animated. Awakened.

Vía Láctea

I realize that time is quickly leaving me. I find myself doing everything I can with the time that spares. The relaxation of my mind is into play heavily, because I know once I step away from home, a journey is going to began, and I do not know when I will have these type moments again. Must Ch-Chi-Chillllll..

The Anthem.

Track 13.

FP. 1.1

'So......, What did you think?'

Thats what I said to all the Pacquiao haters and Cotto supporters after the fight.

I really didn't want to just rub it real good in their face, that their fighter of preference lost in a really humbling fashion, I am not the type. But, I did feel like I won

though, for the reason that Manny Pacquiao won against Miguel Cotto exactly how I explained several times to different people during argument.

I'm not going to write much about the fight as a review, I just want to make a quick post on the subject.

The fight ended in the manner I had expected it, it would be awful putting it in words. I would rather just recommend you to just watch the fight in motion. They will be airing a replay on HBO Nov. 21 on Saturday. 9:00 PM Central.

I would like to say. Pacquiao was superb. After the fight the game plan was revealed through Pacquiao and trainer Freddie Roach, and it was brilliant. Well executed and accomplished. He went through the power with not only the speed, but brought unexpected force which blew away not only his opponent, but all the ones that were in doubt of his physical strength.

Read My Firepower post and everything I had mention came true in motion. Watch the fight

Catch it. It's a real treat.

Well.

Did anyone catch Fedor Emelianenko beat the brakes off of Brett Rogers in Chicago on Saturday?

No, This post isn't much on fighting... I posted my 'Firepower' already, i'm satisfied. But the fight was good though. Real good. Fedor. The best in the world. So good that if I ever needed a bodyguard, i'd hire him. And just him. Talk smack to anybody and i'd go untouched. Heehee.

I take to damn long. On my first post I wrote something about being consistent with this stuff, and it kind makes me feel bad. Like your some how failing yourself a little because you didn't post. The hell. I'm trying. I type long ass posts just so I can make up for like a whole week. Don't hate.

I think four posts ago, I said something around the lines; 'i'm going to try harder'... That didn't go far at all. So i'm not going to make any false statements anymore, and just post when I can. For real. I've missed so many damn fights. And im not referring to watching them, im talking about writing about them. :) I watch them, but I don't know where my time goes sometimes. I don't waste time though. I stay busy, but I guess im not a good friend to miss blogspot.

Cambiando de tema.

Im thinking about getting a tattoo set up. The whole deal. The Machine, power, inks, needles, grips, everything. For 2 years i've been wanting to do this. Its calling me. I've had the money to get all the items necessary, but the money always finds other things.

The practice though seems so familiar to markers, pen and paper. Of course skin, is a whole new different medium. The blending of colors, the application, the pressure, the accuracy needs to be on point. With practice though, I see myself throwing down. Fake skin, my foot. Whatever.

Yo,

I got the new Wisin & Yandel – La Revolucion Cd. (haha.) They have this song on their Cd that stands out to me the most. Its called, Perfecto. It hits hard. Some how gets me concentrated on whatever it is im doing. The production gots those crunchy strings and synths, standard reggeaton precussion, its good though. The chorus makes the song, those auto tune effects on the vocals are pretty awesome.

A lot of people hate on the reggeaton genre, but its alright. I guess with moderation? The beats are what make it count for me, because almost anyone on vocals can complement the song.