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Buddy Got Back Pt 1

1/3/2017

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So now you know I said I was coming back....but I never left.  I was just out in the rain.  Working like a beats of burden...breaking this back...forgetting all the wit and shit that made this part of my little slice of Americana.....
Yeah I know thats like the 2016 lament bullshit.  Do I care?  No.  Should you?  Na.  Its just a statement I made since what 1996?  This world is here to vamarize you and cannibalize your good merit, it will fuck you if it can and you know it.  But hey if you speak it your negative...terrible...you gave up....fucked...piece of shit dont bring me down....*waves hand*  I give no fucks what you say about my outlook.  Its mine.  I pay for it daily.  When you put in on the rent...speak on it.

Now with that out the way.  Its just a matter of fact in some worlds, I think the ones where we are almost talented...almost enough discipline is there...almost...then you go to work and bam...you just dont have enough.  Just shy...sorry buddy....but your gonna have to go to the back of the line.  No thanks for playing but you can still pay the fucking tab. 

This isnt some cry or anything just what I have thought for...well my adult life.  Why you ask?  Or dont?  Again...we know when we come here to not raise our hands...as you save the questioins for the end......of the world.  Ok. I remember being witout a job, I have mentioined this before....and I was doing a lot of art....sequential stuff and otherwise.  This was after I had given it all up to try and work, womanize and be a real world adonis.

Shit never worked, and when I had no aspirations to that side track and no WORK....which drained much of my creative power I came to quiickly  realize....I was able to start imagining things....I was finding where my hand wanted to go...art was satisfying me.  I was all over the place of course but I was improving and astounding myself.  I was amazed what the lack of outside influence and the draining melodrama of being put on a payroll would allow me to find.

This is so big its going to have to be a two parter.  Fuck.  I never intended to come in here like an episode of Dallas...I mean fuck it...I shot Jr. and that asshole was broke. Like af.  So i pinned the shit on Bobby...then that ho went and got in some kinda coma....good for him though...his wifee was kinda...well ugly and shit....

Ok next time folks...soon I promise...we continue the lament of work and savage world order responsibilty.......
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