I attended CU Boulder for two years and finally graduated from CU Denver in summer of '09 with a degree in English with a film option. I'm a poet and would rather you didn't know it. I find wisdom in movies like "American Pimp," "The Last Dragon," "Die Hard 3," "American Tale" and Jim Henson's "Labyrinth." I'd rather be rich than famous and I don't hold hands with girls unless I'm walking old women across the street. I love my haters and invite more of them to hate hate hate on me. Eventually I'd like to change the thinking of mankind, but if not make purple soda available in all Taco Bells in the united states. This is the way God made me so don't be too hard on my parents when you catch me actin' bad.
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as I take a look at my life and delve into the past magnified eye under looking class it seems the one thing getting at me is the looking glass, looking at me watch the hour glass lookin at the clock it just wasn't timed right how could this happen? it didn't go down right. events torment your mind that will keep you up the whole night take your body to church, you wanna get your soul right after laughter comes tears you wanna get your frown right try and get it out in raps but just don't seem to sound right there's no way to end it on the good, it doesn't settle in your mind right wanna go back to the future call it Michael J Foxin wish I would have listened, born stubborn, year of the oxen reset it's down right depressing to be stressing over all these crazy things we go through with these ill ass human beings obscene scenes that we've seen somewhere in between our nightmares & somewhere in between our dreams ask Jupiter we go in rings trying hard to be stars Mars want them on our pinky while Venus desires it for the index my lady has an ear for literature but a kitty for that pimp text perverse universe full of perverts & flirts some players down for the gown while others up for the short skirt In paths so many skeetz, so many skertz I made it back to earth, spaceship on E had to calculate my burst when I made back it was a different century some kid had dibs on my future baby mamma I guess this thing called time eventually got the best of me I asked if he knew who the fuck I was he said she hadn't mentioned me I know I left it on the stove but how the fuck he get the recipe...Damn! reset forgot the theme & context don't know what I'm getting at, time & time again life's reduced into a gamble I just spit it as vivid as I've lived it and leave you to deduce the ramble abortion to a Csect the baby's held close mommies little reject the child grew up thankful not to be chalked up another one of mommies regrets and that's life reset