// My Reaction to the ‘Reverse Racism’ Study//

Here comes a rant about my least favorite subject to talk about: race. 

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// You ever get so attached to an album that you repeat it days on end?//

There are two albums right now that are impossible for me to turn away from right now. Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On” and Blu & Exile’s “Below the Heavens” are the only things I’ve listened to for what seems like a month now. Anytime I play another song or artist, I have to change to Marvin or Blu & Exile after three songs at the most. Both of these albums are really getting me through some crazy times in my life, because I can truly relate to both. 

While I can’t connect with the entire concept of “What’s Going On,” which is the story of a soldier returning from Vietnam to see his beloved country in social and economic turmoil, I can connect with most of the other social aspects of the album. Finding a job that can actually get me somewhere is becoming increasingly difficult and I’m stuck here wondering why society is in a fucking mess. I hate to sound cliche, but I really do not understand why it’s so hard for people to just get along. 

As for “Below the Heavens,” this album is practically narrating my life at the moment. For those who aren’t familiar, “Below the Heavens” is California native Blu’s debut album and a story of the back breaking transition from teenager to young man. This album touches on all aspects of my life within the last year or so including the struggles to get by from pay check to pay check on minimum wage, the quest for a substantial relationship over a lustful one, and most of all the everlasting search for some sort of answer in terms of faith and religion. Blu was 21 when he started writing the album and 22 by the time it was finished, so I can’t wait to see how much more this album grows with me.

“What’s Going On” turns 40 on May 21st and “Below the Heavens” has been out for almost four years now, and like all classics, I believe both will stand the test of time and be remembered for the masterpieces that they are even further down the road. I’m sure I’ll feel the same way about “Below the Heavens” 40 years from now that I do today, if anything, I’d probably grow more fond of it. As for “What’s Going On,” I truly believe that it will be studied centuries from now in the same manner we analyze and study the works of Bach, Mozart, and Beethoven. 

// Am I the only person who doesn’t give a fuck about Charlie Sheen?//

Okay, so the dude smokes 7 gram crack rocks and thinks he has the blood of a tiger or some shit, whoop de fucking do. Do you know what’s going on in Libya, Wisconsin, Illinois, right around the street from your fucking house? LOOK AT HOW MUCH GAS HAS GONE UP!!!! Shit has gone up 35 cents in a little over a week and you all care about this fuck up? I get that you all are too stupid to follow the issues taking place in other areas of the country, let alone the world, but look at shit that is directly effecting you and start giving more of a fuck about that. I swear to God, people in America love to be distracted from real issues. 

oh and also, I think he’s lying about half the shit he’s saying. This shit has given him more of a career boost than anything he did since “Platoon.” How many of yall even watched “Two and a Half Men” the last few seasons? and 7 gram rocks? please. an 8 ball is 3 grams and that’ll kill someone if they take it in one night. Add 4 grams to that in a more potent form and the dude’s heart would have exploded.

By all means, though, concentrate on this fuck up who somehow still has custody of his kids and not the GOP’s attack on workers’ unions, women’s rights, and Middle-Class America as a whole. Go back to bed, America. 

/rant

// Just because….//

…you have a good camera, that DOES NOT mean you take good pictures or are a photographer

…you have images of you from a photoshoot as your facebook picture, that DOES NOT mean you are a model

…you have a fanpage on facebook of your “music” which consists of beats made in GarageBand/3 basic power chords and recorded from a Macbook microphone, that DOES NOT make you a musician

…you have a Tumblr account in which you can “express your emotions” more than you can on facebook/twitter, that DOES NOT mean you are a fucking poet.

Let me take the time to focus on that last demographic there. The “poets” of tumblr.

Some of you people need to get a grip on reality in the internet age. SOME of you (Mo and mesa, for example) have very well-written poetic stuff on your pages, but MOST of you post empty, hollow, cliché ramblings about “love” and “life” and other shit you don’t know ANYTHING about. 

And why the fuck are all of you Tumblr poets so damn depressing? There can be uplifting poetry, you know? Not all of it has to be:

Blood feels like the frozen streams of weakness

Running through these veins of regret

Yet if I am so cold

Why do I feel as if I am in Hell?

And if I am in Hell

Where is Beelzebub with his pitchfork 

And throne of Brimstone?

The role of Satan in my personal Hell

Is played by the skinny jean-wearing boy in my Psych class who wears more eyeliner than me and won’t answer my texts…so now I’m depressed and ranting about it on Tumblr OMG IM SO POETIC!!! 

Shut the fuck up and sit your sad-about-everything ass DOWN somewhere. I swear, you motherfuckers are like a gloomy Charlie Brown strip, and every time the girl with the red hair doesn’t respond to your love letter, you go on Tumblr to post a million “poems” that just say “Good Grief” in more words. 

If you’re gonna be a poet, learn how to fucking write, and ESPECIALLY learn how to write about different subjects. Your Middle Class Subruban Caged Bird is singing, and I don’t GIVE A FUCK WHY. You’re not Robert Frost or Ernest Hemingway or Langston Hughes, you’re some stupid ass hipster with a blog. Learn the difference. 

Oh, and yes, as a matter of fact, I am mad. You emo bastards piss me off to no avail.