I’m about to drop a blog. Watch me. You’ll envy the floating blog buoyant on the interweb. Peeps gonna cop this shit, yea that’s rite, copy-cat-killers acting like they got nine lives.
Hope you got yourself, better watch yourself, and don’t change channels on yourself. Keep a keen eye, peel them good, it’s about vision. Gotta have foresight, see shit before shit happens or you’ll be knee deep in shit. Then all you can do is trudge through it.
Got no choice but to win, that is the only option. Dead or alive, we gotta make it out this hell. It’s hot in the melting pot. Are you high enough to get over it? Or do you hold grudges? You gotta hold the torch when it gets passed, and it will be passed, from the left. Hope you have an iron fist a platinum wrist and a heart of gold worn on your sleeve, but don’t catch feelings. You need to be cold as dry ice to make it out here.
You. Alone. No1 out here gives a real fuck about you. You’re a lone wolf, gotta make the right kills at the right times, to survive. Grow eyes at the back of your head. Improvise, adapt and overcome or be like water. Able to morph into any shape, gather speed and become a force of nature. Changing from gas to liquid then solid, water has memory. Being able to adapt to any environment and still exist.
That’s what I do I’m the first of eight and a single child. Have to be a different person but have that same memory. Being like water is easy. We are more than 70% water already. We are on the blue planet. The sky and the ocean, our planets pretty little blue eyes blinking in the sunshine.
Ok I’m done. No more soppy shit. This blog had potential, was about to blow your minds like nuclear waves but it shot a blank. No satisfaction here. Just disappointment. This blog sank to the bottom of the bedrock, no flamboyant floating blogs. Just dropped rocks resting submerged in an over saturated internet. This is no rock however, itza gem.
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