Maybe one day…

…someone will read this blog. And then, someone will be all like, “hey this guy is really on to something!” 

But for now, non-existent reader, my words are for you.

Thank you, and goodnight.

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Remember, Call 911...

…If the police are harrassing you. This is a picture of Oscar Grant, the man who recently had a movie made about the last minutes of his life, when a BART police officer pulled out a gun and shot him point blank. Coincidence or not, this movie(called “Fruitvale Station” as that is the name of the train station he was murdered at) came out a little before the Zimmerman verdict did. The similarities between the two are just scary, and disgusting, so look them up yourself. RIP both Trayvon and Oscar…

WordPress, the big W

                      

If there is one thing I have learned from the two nights I have spent reading peoples blog, it is this:

People on here like to hide their enormous ego in lots and lots of encouraging, loving words.

I think I’ll fit in just fine.

Press on people, press on!

F**K Friendly Fire F**S

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I hope to clear a few major issues in this blog post. 

1. The title says Fuck Friendly Fire Fags. Before I explain what the hell that is, let me clarify that in no way, shape, or form, should the word Fags ever be interpreted as a derogatory term targeted at homosexual human beings when used by me. It does however count as a derogatory term targeted at idiots who think they are too cool for themselves when used by me. With that said # 2:

2. FFFF or Quadruple F or as I like to call it, “the artist formerly known as Riley White,” is a parody sticker campaign started by me to raise awareness about the despicable and down right hypocritical “clothing brand” known as Friendly Fire.

3. This company, “Friendly Fire” was started by Riley White and other kids who have no business whatsoever in the industry of designing clothes. First of all, I come from the town they come from, and I must say that these types of kids are straight faggots(see # 1). They put “World Famous” on one t-shirt, which if that doesn’t signify being too cool for yourself, then I don’t know what will. Second of all, their slogan is like, “Create something from nothing.” Which is great and I agree is a great slogan, but let’s look at the bigger picture: Riley White had like his dad get some other company to make the shirts, which probably cost a bunch of money. Sorry faggots, but you kind of need nothing to start with, idiots. Like me, I don’t even have enough money to buy more sticker paper, but I’m still an artist, Bitch.

4. I have flat out labeled myself as the mastermind behind this raging sticker campaign and I would just like to say for the record that, “I don’t give a fuck.” 

Thank you for reading my rant, and for you non-existent viewers, Your Welcome for dropping some knowledge up on your asses… 

Good night and Good luck.

Golf Wang

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Odd Future is some good shit, and if you don’t know what the fuck Im talking about then go look them up. For those who do know, here is a redundant explanation of who they are:

To me, OFWGKTA is a gang of young artists in the 21st century just trying to do what us 21st century kids do: Make stuff and then destroy stuff too. Everyone in OF is great, with my favorite being Hodgy Beats.

Enough with Odd Future, this is my blog and everyone already likes them so with that thought, here is a few bars inspired by an loosely affiliated OF member, Jack Mushroom:

Hey I’m Tom, and I’m Fucking Awesome

Jack Mushroom on Ayahausca,

I’m rompin from here to Compton

and schmobbin just like a rocket

I’m poppin I’m off some ‘contin

not stoppin cos life’s an option

And Fuck Marijuana I’m too stoned to run for Office

I guess that’s why I spit bars like Hershey’s chocolate

Call me Emcee One Man Factory vomit lyrics for profit

Fuck a gold chain, I’m off it

Material Idol Prophets

And if the world had any dignity left, I just lost it

There’s another one, non-existent viewer. Your welcome…

I am not a rapper, I’m a philosopher…

…and I mix beats with messages I have to offer ya,

A satirist with fat lyrics that’ll clobber yours,

And if I had the chance I’d be on everybody’s Top Chart…

If you didn’t already know, now you know that I am in aspiring hip hop artist. The truth is that rapping is just modern day poetry, and to me, it is even better. The thought in this post is where Hip Hop is today. Many have said and I only quote, “Hip Hop is Dead.” Well, those people are obviously not familiar with the idea of change. Sure, it is true Hip Hop is much different than what it once was, and in some cases very distant and on the brink of annoying. Yet, everything evolves and if this analogy doesn’t convince you, then GTFO:

Humanoids have evolved over the years, going through phases such as Homo Erectus, and Cro-Magnum, but nonetheless have always looked like their distant ape ancestors. Now, Hip Hop in it’s primitive form, has a core essential concept that has stayed with it through the many years of change. That concept is witty, god-like rhyming poetry to a funk ass beat. It is essential for the modern and classic rapper to have fresh, well thought-out ideas organized ever so perfectly over a slappa(eargasms). 

So, non-existent viewer, now you understand the dynamics of what it means to be a “Boss Tycoon, Dipped in sauce, I floss, Ty-ty-tycoon.” -Thizz In Peace Mac Dre

Your welcome…

I'm Hit! philosopher down! I repeat philosopher down...

Above is a picture of the car I was rear-ended in. My former self would have said something like, “It was Awesome! I was all like Ker-plunker Boom!” Though, when I limped out of that car, I emerged a new person, full of adrenaline, knowledge, and the audacity to start a blog and post weird shit like this. In actuality, I am okay, and I learned that my favorite cliche expression is a real medical condition. The saying is, “whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” And the condition is called post-traumatic growth. You see, even to this day(which is only months after the accident), I find myself feeling sqeamish and at the same time relieved I am okay. I was no where to my knowledge near-death, but that pretty much explains the way I feel about it.

The person I am now does not nearly smoke as much weed as my former self, which isn’t because marijuana is bad, it’s just that addiction is. I now feel high off life, ready for each day like it is my last.

And for you, non-existent viewer, I shall write every post like it is my last blog post. Your welcome…

“I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WWIV will be fought with sticks and stones.”

-paraphrased Albert Einstein

Above is a famous quote from the great Albert himself. If it is not apparent what he means, it is this:

The second great war brought about many advances in weapon technology. The word weapon is synonymous with destruction, and Albert himself helped to establish the mother of all weapons, the nuke. In his quote, his main concern is that nuclear weapons will destroy earth to such a great extent, that in the event of another world war, we as humans would have nothing left technology (or material for that matter) wise that we would be forced to fight the fourth World War with only sticks and stones.

Now, my concern with this quote is not the substance of his thought, but rather the mere pessimism Albert portrays in that he would think that after WWIII, we as humans would be stupid enough to fight another one. I also understand that Albert’s words are hypothetical and just a friendly warning, but in all reality, I am sure humans will fight eachother until the last one drops dead(that thought is screenplay gold). Am I pessimistic? Probably. But, I am hopeful; hopeful that before WWIII even, humans will understand that war is not just unnecessary, but morally wrong.

“I know not wha…

I think, therefore I am.

It is a very strange universe we live in. Not many people like to think about the common things we take for granted (that’s why we take them for granted), but I like to ponder on what I like to call EVERYTHING. Everything entails, well, everything, from the smallest grain of sand, to the mountain range we all know as the Himalayas. My fascination with the universe has caused me to make a blog, not just any blog, but the greatest blog that anyone has never read. Here it comes, some call it crazy, others insane, but I call it paranoid schizophrenia!