You ALL poured the gasoline.

You ALL handed me the matches.

Then you ALL left me here to scratch forth a flame.

At a loss for words, but I gained a gift-wrapped pain.

Fuck the sympathy you give to save yourselves from your own guilty consciences.

…You ALL set me on fire and left… hoping I couldn’t move.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Hendrix. A thousand thanks wouldn’t suffice for how much you’ve affected me. Inspiration, happiness, chills, and many indescribable feelings is what your music has brought to me for the past three years I’ve discovered your work. And in discovering your work, I’ve also discovered a friend.

Curiously, he dipped his hands into the bowl that read “For Judgemental Souls”.

And he raised his cupped hands to his eyes, as his mind leapt to see…
But the water naturally found its way between his fingers and poured away- just as they did, and so will she.
And with each attempt he made, his hands came out more wrinkled & pruned.

So he laughed & found something better to do; he had no need to call for rescue- he was quite content with being marooned.

oxymoronbam:

‘Colonists were set trippin’. They were all like, “nahhh son we ain’t payin’ no tax for ya shit… we sent the resources, ya shouldn’t hustle us lyk dat with the stamps & tea & sugar & shit.”

Britain fired back on Hot 97 saying, “ayo ya nigg…az is bitches we made you. We the boss don niggaz, ya the hoes. Fuck up & make our sandwiches.”

Colonists was like “nahhhh fuck that, we gon’ jump ya niggaz watch yo”

And so came the war’

- The one and only moose

“Beauty is wasted on the young.” -George Bernard Shaw… I think.

“Beauty is wasted on the young, happy, piss drunk and/or wildly stoned sluts and whores parading around campuses, clubs, and pretty much everywhere; ready & willing to blow the first guy (and in some cases, girl) above a 6 on a scale of 10 who will make even the most pathetic and rudest attempt to hit on them, while all the good girls with the morals, education, self-respect, and social graces (the keyword is ‘grace’) are cursed to a lifetime of average, if not downright ugly appearances. I solemnly believe this is true; and if it is not, then by all means, please prove me wrong by bringing me either a skank or a good girl that will prove this statement wrong. Message me for my cellular number and address.”

-Anthony “Moosey” Musngi… I think.

breathtakinqbeauty:

Moosey’s about to drop some romance advice for Sir Gantt. Randomly knock on her door without telling her you’re coming. She’ll be looking like a hot mess & will get pissed, but you grab her by the waist & hug the shit out of her. Let her kn ow you love her no matter how she looks. Tell her you won’t pressure her with questions, but you just want to stay with her for a little while because you hate to see her like this. In the words of Jonas Estrella, BANG. You already know Moosey’s gonna be gettin’ some good poose in the future.

(Source: beautifullycraftedd)

Call it a wild imagination- but doesn’t this seem like an intro video to a horror movie before hordes of mutated vacationers take over the islands & possibly Dubai itself?

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Point those eyes away from me, babe
‘Cos tears can’t pull the sympathy out of me
Point those eyes away from me, babe
‘Cos they wouldn’t even see me if there was another person ‘round me

Let’s be honest… you know you’ve been
Pushin’ me away, but holdin’ back all the love you should give
Let’s be straight… this love will never win
My hopes have been hanging on the ropes of what I thought could’ve been
Yeah… what could’ve been
is now no more than another outgrown dream blowin in the wind

Point those eyes away from me, babe
‘Cos Tears can’t change my mind
Point those eyes away from me, babe
Why should you cry when the time wasted was mine?

I must say, you had me convinced
That you were just testing the limit of patience I’d give
I shook it off… I played along
I tied the strings on myself & helped compose your song
Nights passed… summer leaves turned brown
& just like the leaves, my heart was draggin’ ‘cross the ground

Point those eyes away from me, babe
‘Cos tears won’t make my heart shake up
Point those eyes away from me, babe
‘Cos they’ll just mess up your makeup

That you… put on so carefully just for the crowd
& bathed in their laughs & smoke while I looked around
I swore… I saw my reflection up in the clouds
Sitting above & away from everything & there wasn’t a single sound

So I can float away
Above the clouds, I won’t again need to wash my problems away with the rain
So I can float away
from the thoughts that ate my mind everyday
And I’d hide away… from it all

So Goodnight… my dear                                                                               I won’t be here by the time you dry your eyes & wake up
You weren’t exactly cruel to me,
but my heart, mind, & love ain’t tools, you see…

(The rest is in progress)

The lively-noises of the day recede slowly into silence like the percussion, & the gentle orchestra of night wakes up.

The rain’s washing the filth from the streets, & while doing so the streets reflect the lights.

The streets reflect the lights which reflect to my window, & here I sit & stare. Although I may fool myself into thinking I’m a full-grown adult, I know that I am still young.

I’ll sit here & stare, the Manhattan rain will have to wait ‘til another night when I can bask in the sounds of its orchestra.

I’ll look down & see my silhouette & the deli reflecting back at me. I’ll look up to the window where I once stared out from, & finally, the rain will wash the filth from my street.

Goodnight for now, crying Manhattan rain- although tonight I am walking with you somewhere in my brain.

Title I’m thinking about is, “Her Royal Highness of them Elite Mindgames” A ridiculously long title for a ridiculous thing I’ve had in the past. Anyway, I’ll only post one verse & the hook.

You’re just too good at what you do

Such an elite mindfucker- did you train with the Marines?

A cute high, red-eyed, curly Sue…

A wonderland to the eyes, but the inside’s a latrine

Don’t know why I still want you- mind games & dollars are all you lust
I bought a shiny sports-car & found the engine was full of rust

Open my heart

Spit on me

Open my heart

Turn around

Open my heart.

Then laugh away.

Hit me up on Facebook, kiddo.

www.Facebook.com/AnthonyMusngi

A degree in culinary arts doesn’t mean your food tastes good. Same applies to intelligence & brain functionality.

The following examples will remain nameless: 1) She graduated with one of the highest averages but can’t seem to follow a simple conversation. 2) He seems to have a slurred speech impediment & seems to be naturally high when he’s actually always sober, yet he passes all of his classes mainly because he’s quiet & does homework. Does he actually know the stuff? no.

Don’t be fooled into thinking that grades certify that you don’t have a hollow log chillin’ in your skull & substituting for a brain.

TUMBLR IS NO LONGER A BLOGGING SITE.

IT IS NOW A FULL-BLOWN PHOTO-SHARING COMMUNITY OF RETARDED TEENAGERS.

ALL OF YOU ‘DEAR JOHN’ FANATICS/CUPCAKE-OBSESSED/BEACH & KISSING PHOTOGRAPHERS ARE TO THANK/BLAME.

It takes just a moment of doubt & loss for one to welcome religion. They won’t “find God” when they’re satisfied with life & going on with a typical day. They’ll look for him when they need him for something & when they lose hope. They use religion as that slightly obnoxious person you don’t call to hang out with you on a daily basis, but you’ll call them when everyone else is busy. Weak.

I haven’t denied him, but I haven’t sought him out. Quite honestly, I try not to spend too much time thinking about it. All you fanatics can say what you want (that is, if you haven’t stopped reading by now), but religion is a knife cutting a single quilt into separate puzzle pieces. It’s not the only separating factor for mankind, of course- but it’s definitely one of the biggest factors contributing to conflicts & unnecessary differences. I haven’t denied him because the universe is unknown. “A Mystery” would be a ridiculous understatement. The universe is unknown & will forever be unknown. We’ll never have the technology to fully understand the universe because we’ve set our planet’s life-span back by over-fueling luxuries. The universe is unknown, therefore whether or not there is a higher power or higher source is unknown as well.

I haven’t sought God out either because I do not need to worship an idol to do what is right. Don’t get me wrong, there’s plenty of people who make the world a better place- both religious people & Atheists alike- but I hate when people say they’re living right & making improvements because it’s the just & holy thing to do- when the reality is: they feel obligated to do so in order to find their way into God’s heaven. No. You should be righteous & kind not for a good afterlife, but because it’s the right thing to do. It’s like walking your dog for money or other compensations, rather than walking your dog simply to relieve the poor bastard scratching at the door.

I haven’t sought God out, but what I am seeking is to live with a sense of determination, passion, happiness, righteousness & kindness. And I’ll do that because I want to do that. I don’t need to find God to realize that. I don’t need to credit him for helping me do what I should be doing all along, then try to spread the word like it’s a new fashion statement. No. I’m going to die anytime from tomorrow to 60-70 years from now, & I’m going to make the most out of it & help improve something. I’ll live this life worshiping nothing but Life itself.