Monday Flow

I wish these pockets had mumps

My feet feel like stumps

These thoughts are in a slump

It's Monday, but I wanna hump

I'm feeling love drunk

Off the nor Cal skunk

Like Dwizzle, here's a dunk

But not an oreo and milk

My flows are smooth like silk

But I'm not tryna talk

Cuz these girls I like to stalk

The ones with more horses than carriage

Get me out before the marriage

I'm feelin' like a parrot

Sayin' the same thing twice

But like three blind mice

I don't walk too nice

Get me off the ground, 30,000 mile flight

Elevate these dreams, remove the need to fight

Held back in the wind, like a kite

Two incisors man, just a little bite.

Monday Flow.

Go.

"Going Mad"

Cool idea for a reality television show, it came to me when I was reminiscing about Big Brother and 9/11 and how it was a "moral or ethical" question whether to tell them about the attack when they were supposed to be isolated.  Anyways, a spin on this would be a reality television show that advertised itself as a spin-off or continuation to Big Brother, where 5-9 contestants, isolated in the middle of nowhere (contestants are not told where they're taken to), are placed in a large house that's rigged to that the walls expand and contract, raise and lower, change direction, imitate day and night, interchangeably.

The point of this is to observe the human psyche and its affect on group and complete isolation, with variables added to directly affect or inflict the concept of "going mad".  This might be cruel and unusual punishment, so a psychological evaluation should be completed before casting.

Good Idea? Bad Idea? Either way, I'd love to see how this pans out. Just hope people don't get creative and go "psycho" on everyone.

untold

The sunlight beams uncontrollably
It is a warm November day

I sit staring at parasites
sipping my tea and thinking of my fate

I consider, just for a moment,
what it means to live this way

And I lie to myself
"God's Will" is what I had to say

I give my gift of nothing more

I found I am America's whore

How I miss the Spanish shore

That makes life seem less than a chore

My chicken scratch now becomes a bore

And I feel the hollow center, my core

Is unrelenting, its diminishing, I'm being controlled

Against my will, but I must uphold

What was so dear to me, tenfold

I will not let this life story continue, untold.

Social Atmosphere

So we have Social Networks, we have internet space, why don't we have social atmospheres? The idea is to have a main hub, a favorites page, THEE page that your browser goes directly to when opened. And all your regularly visited sites or favorite sites or personalized sites (however) are displayed as if they were working applications on a desktop.  I figure, since we (as humans) can function with tabs why not be able to put all of our regularly scheduled internet sites on one page for us to access simultaneously?

On another note, hot pockets should make an ice cream sandwich.