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In the wake of the Econoclypse the world turns

Lets see no bailout, no bills on the table, and depression looms at me. This is actually happening in my lifetime. Like I said before it's time for the emergency convention of poor Americans afraid of depression. I have mixed feelings about what seems to be our new reality. Every day businesses I once new to be stable and stern are collapsing before my eyes. I watched my bank Wamu go under, then Wachovia went under. I watched Lehman Brothers cry Bankruptcy all within what seems like the span of a month. I want to point fingers and blame someone for our failing economy but I realize that the finger would make many rounds before each and every person responsible has been pointed out.

I seen many changes in this short life I have lived, and though it will undoubtedly be hard to survive through depression, I learned that through the darkness light is born. The destruction of old money, the changing of the guard, the pantheon is finally rotating its seats and it will bring opportunity. We will usher in a new era, new business, new giants, and when the flames of change have passed the new gods will rise.

Interesting observation watch the price of Kool Aid. The cheapest most affordable drink on the market went from being about 6 packets for a dollar, to 1 packet for a quarter, to 75 cents for 3. Kool Aide went up, Its an economic indicator believe me, that and the fact that the stock market fell 777.68 points a suicidally staggeringly high number.

Whats next, what will I do. I am going to entertain. I will keep writing, I will keep aging and stay hungry in my attempts to claim a seat on the new worlds seats of economic power. I will pray on this recession like its my one shot to greatness because it very well may be.

In my life I have had to deal with some mighty bullshit, I will leave it at that, just remember if you can not feel safe in your own home where can you feel safe. Moving on copious amounts of sex can hurt you do not attempt, extremely rough sex without consulting a physician. Hmmmmmm I love blogging, maybe one day. Someone somewhere will read my writing and find some kind of value in my opinion, till that magical day I guess I write for myself.

Miracle at St. Anna got cheated, It was a good movie I don't understand why it performed so poorly. I am tempted to play that race card but I think Ill allow someone else to call it first. Don't worry Spike, someone will recognize you soon, it would be nice if they did it before you died too.

Closing words, hmmmmm, hard times ahead but then again, we assume from the beginning that the times were going to be hard. If we look to the past for just a bit of guidance we will realize that time has prepared us to weather the storm. If there is one thing you can rest assured of it's that in the wake of the econoclypse whether you are reduced to fight or flight, the world shall turn.

same song, got that, been around the block

Old dogs are up to old tricks, it would take a fool to fall for them twice. You got me once but now, now your going to get caught in my web, Im going to spin my silky truth carefully and hopefully the acidic salavia of life claims you long before you reach the bowels.

Good luck in fighting this battle you sure cant win.

hmmmmm hmmmm sensory images

So I made it. The bright lights the glits and the glam of 42nd st was finally mine. I never felt like I made it to the pinnacle of success until today. Stage lights blaring down on me, careful attention on my oration, music blaring in the background, and then after all the tension I did it. I was a star and its all thanks to a small miracle on 42nd st. Well its really thanks to the theater style McDonald's on 42nd. I love that McDonald's it makes the common man into a star.

Well moving on before my star treatment I attended a Gotham Writer Workshop and realized that though it was informative it was designed to sell me a larger classroom package which may not be the worst of the worst in theory, but for a young hopeful aspiring writer seeking a free no strings attached workshop to hone my craft it was not what I wanted to hear. I did learn one thing I dint know though, and I am willing to share. In very short fiction or flash fiction, the use of sensory images can make the setting for you. Instead of having to describe the 5 table dinner with a large black man sipping coffee and trying to flirt with a waitress while you wait for your eggs bacon and coffee, try I sat down in my usual box seat, the same old pristine waitress bought me my runny eggs crisp fatty bacon and tar black coffee the same meal everyone in this joint ate in the morning, small joint but big breakfast I cant operate without it. I realized that appealing to the senses helps a reader to understand because its these 5 senses that links most of us to this physical world.

After my one trick pony writing class although I did receive a few interesting exercises and realized the effectiveness of a sensory image, I head for the warm safe grip of the New York city subway system. It's the 42nd st station so I am only greeted with the smell of poverty and the homeless and not the usual mixture of poverty, urine, perversion, and depression. I delved deeper into the bowels of the hottest worst track at 42nd, the 2 train, I think its one level literally away from hell. Once I got to the 2 track I saw it. This thing this confusing act that made me question my self and probably would make you question yourself too. Walking toward me as usual my hat was tilted down so I could avoid necessary eye contact and protect my soul from the local succubi. Walking toward me was the longest smoothest pair of legs I ever saw beneath a mini skirt as my hat raised wear the biggest perkiest pair of breast and she was in the process of rubbing her left breast and letting out a slight moan, public display of sexual appetite super kawaii. and I looked past those big beautiful perky breast into the eyes of my temptress, she was like the oldest hottest 80yr old I ever saw her head did not match the body at all it was so gross. I was convinced that she was a retired prostitute looking for one more trick.

For one brief shinning moment, She turned me on and for the rest of the night I was utterly turned off, but when i remember her total package I am overall turned on. I am not sure whether to be disgusted in myself or what. All I know is I cant be the only one this happened to. What can I say she was a near perfect sensory image perfect bouncy breast long legs with a powerful stride. Ass I could balance a mug on, and a face like a jackal.

Till next time

Anger only Breeds anger

I have been losing my temper very often as of late. Once my emotions were like a well controlled dam, I would release a bit at a time when the situation called, but now I cant seem to hold back the flood. Upside I had spectacular sex as a result of being so mad, granted at first I was so wound up I couldn't keep focus and the two things you never want to happen happened, I released too early and I had to take a really hot piss. After that though once my heart was put back into a calm place. All engines were go.

Moving on from my state of emotion, god forbid I rant on about my emotions in a blog :-p. I was making my usual Youtube rounds of things that I must see and I was just about to type in Fox news racism when I had a change of heart. I did a youtube style search for Dave Chappelle. That my friends is when I found it. Dave Chappelle on Inside the actors studio. It was an emotional, funny, raw type of experience. It was the type of episode that inspires me to get on my metaphysical grind and put the pen to the pad.

I came up with 4 story ideas and I started writing two. The Gotham writers workshop is a go and I am starting to wonder why am I in college. I wish I had a dirty box studio apartment sharing with a roomie working out a Denny's. I want to be a real writer, not this shell of a man. With everyday that passes I feel my soul getting closer to death, and it aint going to heaven o no, its going to the other place.

I wonder if Satan has a wireless LAN connection, eternal flames aren't so bad if I can create hope with my writing. Note to self, if you go to hell remember to take hope, Its the one thing hell doesn't have, and wont allow.

If life was a cereal the last thing it would be is LIFE

I learned something new today which is exciting for me, theoretically it should not be because I am in college and therefore should be pre disposed to learn, sadly thats not the case. I only have to be a parrot for my professors. Anywho moving right along, I visited the campus located about a mile away from my little college community, and I learned that the grass is greener for the simple fact that they have grass. I wish I could be typing that my college is on par with any other school you can name but sadly we are lacking in every way except one, we do have heart. If this was a movie, we would strive defeat the odds and come out on top, this is not the case though. I walk away with the knowledge that satisfaction for mediocrity will breed more mediocrity. I will apply this to life.

The moon has been un bareably bright and beautiful this past cycle. It literally kept me up with its soothing blue glow that completely illuminated my dark little studio apartment. I am starting to also realize that my sin of choice (LUST) will lead me to a world of hurt. Even if the one who I lust after is nowhere near me.

God the moon has such a beautiful hue. Chase those dreams, down to the very last.

I finally picked it back up

I have been dead to the blogging world for at least five years now. I have been strutting around as a self proclaimed screenwriter that was totally petrified to write. I stress over the fact that my grammar is lacking, that my spelling is not the best. I stressed over the technical that I forgot to feed the soul of writing. Cardinal rule to be a writer you have to write. So I'm back and not better than ever. Welcome to my world part two, when I gave up my xanga I thought that was it but I'm back. Xanga was for children. This is an adult blog for my adult life.

Oh interesting side not I like to talk about tons of bullshit that rarely have relevance. Today I was watching travel channel, it was doing the usual national geographic style like at amazon and African tribes. I learned several things from this. The first is that tribal boobs are timeless, they remain hot no matter how many times I see them, no matter how old I get, no matter how much I try to disconnect myself from my penis, tribal boobs always seem to win. Second is that my conceptions on African tribes is certainly not the truth. all those damn feed the children commercials led me to believe ("stupid me") that Africa has a food crisis. This is not so. I saw some fat naked tribal babies eating monkey. Third the tribal males also love boobs and they were going on about how delicious the monkey stew they made taste. I freaking want some monkey stew. People are freaking enjoying delicious monkey meat and here I am limited to chicken and beef like a sucker. Clearly monkey is far more delectable

Rant almost over but beware world, Joshen lives and, he has a pen a pad and a laptop. I will be heard, I will spew knowledge and ignorance based on my mood, finally I will be the very best I can be and you can watch me grow or not, its really up to you. Sit down and enjoy some monkey stew
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