jas was here.: February 2011

(taken from tumblr posts wayyyy back.)

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Brave New World, Scared Little Being,

Against all odds, but Catch what I’m seeing

Not much of a mystery, but straight like a symmetry

Sucker Free stayin’, Jaded by status neutrality

Where’s this headin? No direction, or correlation to Peeps,

Can I reach my prime? It’s getting hard to earn my keeps

Maybe I’ll gather more audience if I don’t stay true,

Head in the stratus, and body’s in the deep blue

But ay, every dream has a p a r t t w o ,

And I fly, Meet me in the sky, It’s not hard to try

Crushed by things that make us soft, and we cry

But we riiiiiiiiiiiiide

Boppin’ my head to sicks beats, attemptin’ high feats

Arts influence, hence everything in laymen’s term

Love shocks like a gun clap, realize you tapped that trigger, ya better learn.

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Put to work some thoughts and pen ‘em down and scarin’ myself eases to face reality, feelin’ like ridin’ with a buddy because, put it together, without relation, we just wouldn’t know what to do with ourselves, fillin’ in my mental database with shots of times, developin’ film just seems to be a habit, and give me some bomb jams and i’ll depict and record the best music video in my brain from that hit, find a dime and commit the crime, naw relax, and i’m stoppin’ that, ‘cuz it only intervenes my natural thoughts, but opens up new channels from the stems of my memebranes and i find myself asking ‘bout myself and thinkin’ what am i thinkin’, why am i thinkin’ on thinkin’ i dont know, flashbacks and setbacks, pretty superficial situations, mind my own business and let the dream finish, diminish nightmares and scares, dont care, put it on flares, and burn the pain, see the preview, look in the rearview, and review myself, soul search, etcetra change subjects, new perspective, old perception, deception, perhaps keepin my composure is my priority, give my self reality checks daily, and get my desires, stayin’ a little selfish, yo half of living is self medicatin’ keep ya head up, motivation, persuation continiuation.

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I just woke up from a nap, saw this, and decide to do a little story-tell.

Nothin’ on my mind much, but as I type, thing’s just keep ringin’ like a bell.

Used that rhyme last time, so gimme time to refresh.

AHEM*

Yo, I’m not a rapper, poet, nor a lyrical turbine

Just a fool typing shit out just to project what’s mine

(And I mean what’s on thought for that last line)

So when i type my emotions, it’s just that my brain spilled pain

And when I’m buggin’ on random shit, you realized I’m not that sane

But, naw I’m not a maniac, a weirdo, or slightly mental,

Just got difficulties seeing myself as if someone’s taking me as a rental

Take a look at me last year and you’d think I metaphorically died

But it felt like my inner essence called me in for one last ride.

See, I’ve seen my heart crushed and shattered like glass

Shit, Walkin’ around to pass the mass was one helluva task.

But that’s the past, and I’ve never felt higher than before

I’m livin’ life right down to the motha - fuckin’ core.

Of course I exaggerate a bit-

But, this is just to give you an idea, bit by bit.

The world is a curse, but more so a bless

A bless that blesses you more with each one of it’s tests

Pass it and it doubles the rewards -Foreal, Life is somewhat of a gamble

But careful ‘cuz it’s you against the world and sometimes you just wanna scramble

On a side note, I take 99 notes daily on my phone and I’m not lyin’

Quotations, notations, right down to just silly situations, I’m tryin’

But, I do realize I do need to relax a bit, shit I trip over simple shit

That’s just how I am, and that’s how I roll

A little more serious with the face of a troll (with glasses)

But yo, I’m down to have fun all the time

Sorta lookin’ for a dime, So pass the rhyme (lol get it?)

And if you got a friend, shit, you can bring her too

And if you tryna conversate, just keep things true

And I’m here to listen and give you some cheesin’ (smile)??? iono lol

Words run deep like Titanic’s unfortunate cruise

But bonding runs high and I’m just tryna amuse

Not much of a story, more of a poetic post

Shit will probably go un-noticed like a stupid ass ghost

But I ain’t Casper, nah this is just perspective. Jas. (perspective)

Bold the letters there for clickin’ purposes, runnin’ outta flow, so I think I’ll just go, can’t top it off or add the last sprinkle, maybe I’ll see a twinkle when I look up the sky later, bye haters and fakers, get the papers, and chase her. Don’t stop, get it, get it like that one song I can’t remember.

(haha)
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shit, i don’t even know; A piece of mine as a piece of mind in hopes this piece doesn’t keep anything puzzled. Always tryna reflect and relate to give a better perspective, perception, perhaps tryna give a good image & justifying bad situations for understanding.

Attitude foreshadows latitude, WORD. Seems that the good ole days were the carefree ones and not giving a shit is the perfect remedy, and we say things like this because, aye fuck the world, I’m hurt. Wondering if I’m in a right position to be talking such embellish terminology / often soul searching full of exploded emotions as a notion of an imploded logic.

What I grew on feels so superficial and I realize how important being an independent is. So If I feel this way or whatever, I’ll freelance and I’ll give a fuck about tomorrow. I’ll accelerate to alleviate. ~

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Hittin’ you with a knuckle will severely make me chuckle.
You can strap yourself, but best believe you ain’t gon’ buckle-
Yourself.
Listen, fuck what you heard like a dick in your ear, ya queer,
You be gettin’ smashed like violent splatters when my ride hits a deer
(haha) This shit is all in good fun though, pointed towards nobody in particular,
But everybody in general ‘cause everyone needs to be hit with the cellular-
Just to get a reality check, Man, I got the knowledge on deck!
Yo, stayin’ mysterious and confidential
Definitely not the cliche’, nah you can feel the differential
Aye, the best writer in town can’t even write out my thoughts
Can’t describe, replicate, duplicate, or amount to the experiences runnin’ outside the cerebellum, (paranoia)
But my cranium and yours are actually quite alike so its like a remix.
Get this, I stay tough like Duralast and Levi’s (not really)
Lights hit the retina, un-dilates pupils and, weaken your eyes - You can’t see this.
Too be honest, I’m not this aggressive
I’m just tryna budget my thoughts, not money like Progressive.(insurance company)
Away from problematic, stay automatic and illmatic ‘cause life’s already kinda hard like a quadratic(math)
As always this is for the hell of it, kinda like “FB” (facebook)
Social nets keep the fun creative and I’m gone - crusin’ in LB."

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"Top off the dome, while I be at home.
Outie with the 9 to 5.
Gettin’ kinda restless in the mess of stress I let progressed.
But, I still fucks with it.
Cruise the ride and feel the vibe on my DC5,
You tryna fly? Shiettt, Let’s reach High.
Stack The Bar, Ride The Car, Go fast, and we reachin’ stars,
Moon or Mars, Whatever’s nicer, Let’s do a “Fly-By” - No Ricer.
When said and done, satisfy the tummy
Post somewhere yummy
Strollin’ late nights like mummies
Cuz it’s freedom, and we tryna be free-dummies."

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I’ll take a walk outside my neighborhood

And reflect on things that was misunderstood.

I’ll sit here bumping Pac’s beats

Then I’ll play our songs, setting it on repeat.

Speeding back home

With the right seat empty, I realize I’m alone.

And when I sleep at night,

I’ll fly by night,

And I see you.

Until then I’ll miss you.

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(previous post)
"Just Go With It. "(freewrite)
go.

Freewrite and take pics of random items and post them in a spectacular way. Yeup, art is the concept. And concept is important, ya dig? Show the world something outside the ordinary and keep an audience interested. Think and create, visualize and demonstrate. Before any of this, gotta imaginate and animate. Then you get the subject of life. What is it? Besides the facts we fuck the world and call it a bitch, what is it? And are dreams part of it? And why do we value dreams so much? Is it different from life? Is life, love? What's love? Will I get hurt if i find out? I felt it before, I been tryna live comfy since my heart crashed. But ey, emotions make the world go round and my cup's always full. What's perspective? What's yours? Why is it so hard to find things that are real? Why are we so in tuned in keeping it real? Why is it easy to label people fake? What's real anyway? Can we fully understand another person? I been in too many arguments to trust shit. I doubt they'll figure me out. But hey, does it mean we're misunderstood? Nah, if we understood everyone, there wouldn't be need to talk, right? What lies in the future and do we trust fate and destiny beliefs? I don't, actions speaks louder than religion, but what's important is that I respect it. And respect is hard to come by these days. Should we think of the past? Analyze it perhaps? Try to understand more? Perhaps trying to re-new or redeemed our-self? Nah, you'll take some change, but you'll remain the same. On that note, Where to now? Why do I live the way I live? Why do i get faded every night and question things surrounding me? Am i living paranoid? Flashing episodes of communication modes that I can't even figure out like binary code. Real Life, I talk like problems free, but that's a state of mind that'll make situations drama-free, if ya feel me. Me against the world again, slippin' up trustin' busters. Fuck 'em. But hey I'm learning. I wonder what I'd do if I knew what I know now? Habits die hard, and nothing lasts forever. Best to live by the moment, and don't expect. Recollecting memoirs will always give ya a smile. Memories - They gotta be good, because there's no time for dwelling. Just gotta laugh with the cries, u know? Take a minute and let life ride. It's one of the best things you can do in a mean world. Appreciate and exterminate hate fuck the idea of fate, create, evade life's tricks and it's baits, and pass life's gate. Color my world with sharpies and such, adding colorful brushes with the musical touch. Music, helpin' you escape the pain that remains in the membrane that life had rained. Half of life requires therapy. Taking pics, call them ghosts since they'll be left around when life takes it course. Photos will straight up describe, while these words will keep a fool explaining. Beautiful debacles I call Art, I go with it.

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(previous post)
Untitled #2.
Planet Earth, On my own World, Word.
Always lost, destiny is to be a vagabond, traveling, feeding imagination, transcending to a small audience, Paint my colors and spread my content. Foot on ground and posted, Earphones equipped with beats that makes my brain go elsewhere, I prepare my words and what I been meaning to say, No gift of Gab though. With a camera, I...take the pics, risk, smoke my shit, and chill. As life continues, I wonder why on a whole 'nother level, everything, anything, just stare and observe. Ponderment and wonderment, details. Important in a sense, I sense art on things that don't matter, to me and you, splatter my thoughts, And everything makes sense when you look at the past, so no blame on anything, no hate, because it's just another Why in my book, shooked and spooked about the vast possibilities. And I'd never be too sad about life and what this b**ch throws, 'least I got one, gone with the complaints, and change the situation, & keep it one hunnit. Yea, at times I'd vent, regrets on meants, but mostly smilin' at spents and makin' cents, laughing at the past because that's all I intend to do with it, no cries, because it's another Why, Bye to it and holla at the Future, feel me? On that note, me, myself, and I - self centered, can't help it, but I split it, my life of course, with peeps that stay-Gold, Rush in California, where it's at? Longing for a breathe of fresh air, and a someone that can complete my pair, it's only fair that I care, I swear too, because that's pretty Rare. With it, with the Friends and family, only people I know. Everyone else I don't, but I'd love to, give me time, and energy and I'll throw a smile from a mile away, okay. Find a spot to kick it and watch, just watch life.