<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798</id><updated>2011-08-01T11:29:00.040-07:00</updated><category term='love'/><title type='text'>That's So Hazey Mac</title><subtitle type='html'>just an average guy writing about the average shit people want to discuss but dont the time or moral to do so. .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-662622029627905916</id><published>2010-05-30T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:43:17.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Modern Day Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*breathes, stretches, shakes, lets it go*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;aww buddy. . its been a minute. How yall been? What’s new? For those who have kids, how are they? Haven’t rapped with you guys in a loooooong time. I just been somewhere collecting my thoughts. Making sure I was sure of what I thought I was sure of. But yeah. Its definitely good to be back. Felt like the break was a nice one for real. Lol look at me, stalling. Without further ado. Here’s my blog. The Psychoanalysis of the Modern Day Woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course we know its 2010. A lot of things have changed over the years. Things aren’t as easy as it was back then. In those days, all you had to do was get a girl a pack of nowalaters and pass her a note “do you like me? Check 1[ ]yes [ ]no” lol. But in today’s time, it’s a whole different ball game. Nowadays, females want a man that can support her and her kids. Also, female come with a lot of baggage from recent relationships. Not saying its ok for females to use this as an excuse because the past is the past and we cant be held accountable for what has happened. At the same time, I’m not saying don’t have your guard up. Because nobody wants to be hurt, its not a good feeling. Women need to realize today that not everybody is out here to hurt you and there’s actually some good men. “He was so good to me in the beginning but when we got in a relationship, things changed”. I hear that so much, its kills me. That just goes to show that you jumped in the relationship too soon. Start off as friends first then work your way up to a relationship. You don’t necessarily have to say “I love you” as soon as yall get together. If you don’t feel it, don’t rush it. Then there’s the females that expect the guy to be perfect. These females are the ones that get hurt the most because they expect/want so much but end up disappointed when they don’t find it in that guy. You will know these females by the following signs. 1) Constant negative updates in facebook/myspace statuses. 2)Always bitter. 3) Angry indirect tweets. 4) The quoting of angry/sad song lyrics. These females tend to over react to every minor issue or discrepancy. They also tend to shut the person they have feeling for out but still complain. When in actuality all they need to do is set aside their pride and talk to that person to work out that issue. To bring up a point I made recently in this post, females who have emotional baggage from the past. I often hear females say “its not my fault, I been hurt before and I’m afraid this is going down the same path. The truth is. . &lt;b&gt;EVERYBODY BEEN HURT BEFORE! &lt;/b&gt;Lol unless you’re like some super human or you live in a perfect world where pain doesn’t exist. So don’t let that be a crutch on why you do the things you do. Because if that was the case, if we did things because of our past, I’m pretty sure there would be much worst things us men could do. *wipes the sweat from my forehead* whoo this is getting intense lol. But on a serious note, ladies, never make a man your everything because when he leaves, you’re left with nothing. And that’s a terrible feeling and trust me I would know because I’m speaking from experience. Every female is beautiful in their own way. You don’t have to be in a bad relationship. I often hear females say “I love him too much to let him go”. If you love somebody and they hurt you, then they don’t love you and you don’t love yourself. You have to realize that your number 1 priority is you. Its ok to be in a relationship and commit yourself to it. Just as long as that relationship is worth it. Three things a man owe a female in a relationship. Love, trust and respect. Material things are a bonus, not a standard. Hopefully this blog changes a young lady. Give her a new perspective about herself and relationships. Welp till the next time my heart spring a leak. (in my jay-z voice) ITS YA BOY!!! –logs off&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-662622029627905916?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/662622029627905916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-modern-day-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/662622029627905916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/662622029627905916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-modern-day-woman.html' title='To The Modern Day Woman'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-3076566449005823746</id><published>2010-02-15T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:44:23.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my perfect woman =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;wow. . aint blogged in a minute lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;good morning, good evening, good night =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;hows life? whats new t the job? finally had that kid yet? lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;im so goofy. . enough of the formalities. I'm here to answer a popular question.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;"So Mr. Thomas. . what is your idea of the perfect woman?" lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KERI HILSON, KERI HILSON, KERI HILSON, KERI HILSON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;lol sike naw I'm jokin. but just in case Keri reads this or some that know her does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;KERI HILSON I REALLY DO LOVE YOU AND I WOULD LOVE TO BE YA MAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;now since that's out the way, lemme just say that i am not perfect lol. like really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;i got 99 problems and a chick aint one. like really i have a lot of issues to work with and im far from perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;like really i got sucky communication issues. and at times thats a huge down fall for the kid, ya know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;omg I'm also spoiled lol. like i want everything my way. but i know the art of compromise, so im not impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;but on some true real shit. . i really dont ask much in a female for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;i want a chick that's gonna be cool with what i do. like im a pothead and i dont want a chick thats gonna down me all the time for smokin weed, ya know? like she dont have to smoke. . but just respect what i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KERI, IF YOU'RE STILL READING THIS, I WANT YOU TO KNOW I LOVE YOU =]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;but really. i want a chick that's mature. . with a sense of humor. basically knows when to be serious and when so joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;i also want a chick that's a go getter. like she doesnt rely on me for nothing but is able to play the grown woman role. cause nobody like gold diggers lol. at the same time, i want her able to make time for her man fo real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;i'd also appreciate if she was a music lover. . cause i love music. its like cake for the ears for real lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;the biggest thing im looking for is a chick that respects herself. Meaning she takes care of herself and takes care of herself. like she gotta have the confidence to be herself and not the images the media depicts today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;i want a smart chick tho. because sex is cool and all. . but from time to time i like to converse about important things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;and last but not least. . a chick that's completely honest. about any and everything. because it's hard to trust people nowadays. like crazy people are made. . not born. and that's one of the ways to make somebody crazy for real. all those lies become some type of reality world for them and they forget they live on earth lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KERI IF YOU'RE DONE READING THIS, I REALLY REALLY LOVE THO LOL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: magenta;"&gt;welp this concludes another blog. maybe the one im destined to be with is reading this, maybe not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;but until then BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-3076566449005823746?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/3076566449005823746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-perfect-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/3076566449005823746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/3076566449005823746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-perfect-woman.html' title='my perfect woman =]'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-6021589475003853040</id><published>2010-01-21T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:26:52.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon My Thoughts, But. .</title><content type='html'>Ok so it’s like 1:16 am, January 21, 2010 and I’m just laying here, wide awoke.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that are going through my mind is my race.&lt;br /&gt;For one, I hate the term “African American” because it’s inaccurate. &lt;br /&gt;I say this because it’s a scientific fact the over time blood line dilutes and begins a new cycle.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, most of the black people in today’s America are just Black Americans.&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I want to give my view on us as a people. &lt;br /&gt;First of I want to say we are an amazing race. We made so many contributions to this country and we came so far from where we started. &lt;br /&gt;But it’s like we’re still basic. We still maintain that slave mentality. For one we always attack each other. Always at each other’s throats. Like seriously, other races look out for each other and help each other. The Chinese people always look out for each other in the hoods. The Latinos stay together. Shit there is like 4 generations in one house. I’m not saying they’re perfect. I’m just saying we need to be a little bit more together like our ancestors. Instead of knocking each other, we need to build each other up and look out for one another. I bet yall didn’t know that hip-hop/rap was the only genre that actually does beef. People in rock and country don’t make diss songs. They do songs together and get money. So why must we constantly attack each other? Why must we be so quick to judge somebody because their opinion or lifestyle is different from what we think? Honestly it all just needs to stop. I know I can’t change the world with my blogs, but if I can help at least one person see then this blog is not in vain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-6021589475003853040?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/6021589475003853040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2010/01/pardon-my-thoughts-but.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/6021589475003853040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/6021589475003853040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2010/01/pardon-my-thoughts-but.html' title='Pardon My Thoughts, But. .'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-780166533421518377</id><published>2010-01-19T13:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:18:04.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My preference of light skin girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alright so like i catch mad head cause i love light skin girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i mean dog, how can you get mad at what i like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's like getting mad because i like frosted flakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or cause i like reese's cups but not hershy bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like really? i dont even know why I'm typing this blog lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But seriously, my first crush I ever had, was white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp; this was way back when in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like most of my upbringing I was around light skin people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And truth be told, light skin girls act different from darker girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right, it's like a whole new species for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And plus. . I'm light skin lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So of course I'm going to be attracted to my own kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I really don't understand why people get mad when I say I prefer light skin chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like dog, really? You're gonna get me at me cause of what I prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But all in all, even thought I PREFER light skin females,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will talk to any female as long as she cool and not crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welp that concludes another blog. Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Hazey Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-780166533421518377?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/780166533421518377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-and-my-preference-of-light-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/780166533421518377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/780166533421518377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-and-my-preference-of-light-skin.html' title='Me and My preference of light skin girls'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-7692317463985201677</id><published>2010-01-19T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:55:21.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Atonement if Kevin Thomas</title><content type='html'>Before I write this blog, i want to thank everybody who reads these blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Like really, i really really appreciate yall taking time out yall day to pick my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? I am who I desire to be and what the higher power's will is for me to be.&lt;br /&gt;I am the pink sheep of my family. The one who prays at night to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;Determined to be everything that distinguishes me from the rest of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;I am an Aries, rude, nonchalant, happy go lucky, optimistic and weird individual.&lt;br /&gt;Like really, who says half the shit i say? Who does half the shit i do?&lt;br /&gt;My friends call me a weirdo. .because i have this fatal disease, its terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Its called "leap before u look" syndrome. It's a killer, it really is.&lt;br /&gt;As far as connections with other humans, its kinda hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;But females is another story. Like its really hard for me to have relationships with girls.Because 1 I didnt have the best relationship with my mother. It was kinda rocky and difficult in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;They say if you have a bad relationship with your mom, nine times outta ten you'll have relationship problems.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is because when I fell in love for the first time, I was dumb young, like 14.&lt;br /&gt;And at that age, I didnt even know who i truly was, let alone what love really is.&lt;br /&gt;When things didnt work out the way i wanted it to, I took it as a pretty hard lost.&lt;br /&gt;So I promised myself I would do everything I can to make sure I never felt that pain again.&lt;br /&gt;So in actuality I subconsciously do things to push people away for avoid being hurt or taking a loss.&lt;br /&gt;I mean other niggas, i can talk to, have a friendship with whatever and that's not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;( lmao wow at me just realizing this) But yeah, I have relationship anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;But don't get it twisted. I'm the most loyal, trustworthy, loving compassionate friend you could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a&amp;nbsp; good person at heart but just like everybody else, I tend to make a few mistakes . . or just fuck up a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-7692317463985201677?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/7692317463985201677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2010/01/atonement-if-kevin-thomas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/7692317463985201677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/7692317463985201677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2010/01/atonement-if-kevin-thomas.html' title='The Atonement if Kevin Thomas'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-8303450883594511560</id><published>2009-12-30T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:44:52.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on to the next one. . .</title><content type='html'>"hov on that new shit, niggas like how come?&lt;br /&gt;wanna hear my old shit, by my old albums" - Jay-Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured that was the perfect way to start off a ending blog.&lt;br /&gt;its about to be 2010. . aka 2kWIN. so this a good way to cap it off.&lt;br /&gt;not gonna be long and bore you guys with insignificant details.&lt;br /&gt;remember, every new year brings a new chance.&lt;br /&gt;so all the l's u took year are invalid. its time for a come up.&lt;br /&gt;if u havent let go any childish habits, let em die in 09.&lt;br /&gt;get ya grown man/woman up and let ya hustle work for u.&lt;br /&gt;let this year's mistakes be next year lessons, yedig? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless, have a blast on new years eve. . see ya in 2010!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-8303450883594511560?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/8303450883594511560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-to-next-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/8303450883594511560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/8303450883594511560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-to-next-one.html' title='on to the next one. . .'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-5915096732498926174</id><published>2009-12-29T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:42:16.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is like a splash of two blogs. . lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so like yeah. . good morning, good evening, good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whenever ur reading this good whatever lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so its like December 29, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the last tuesday in of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been a pretty long run. nice year. . very memerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the year i became a sailor and met mad cool people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been a ok year for hip hop. .things was copestetic for real. nice and easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean nothing i can really say for real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good by 09 and hello 2010. . aka. . 2kwin =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;southern females vs upnorth females. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jeez where to start? lol aww man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok before i do this, im not being a reginonist. .this may not apply all the time. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yeah... for one, southern girls and northern girls handle things wayyyy differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;northern girls go the cool calm way. . the quick and precise way n shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;southern girls are loud and ghetto about it. . draggin shit out. turning it into somethin huge when it dont need to be that big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then again, southern girls are more down to earth. . more chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;northern girls be kinda stuck up and snoody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and damn. . southern girls can cooooook and mad thick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;northern girls be hip to all the latest fashion and the language &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn. . i could go on and on. . but when it all falls down. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NORTHERN GIRLS &amp;gt; southern girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you, thank you, thank you for takin your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to read another blog by Hazey Mac =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till my soul decides to vomit again ADIOS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-5915096732498926174?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/5915096732498926174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-like-splash-of-two-blogs-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/5915096732498926174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/5915096732498926174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-like-splash-of-two-blogs-lol.html' title='this is like a splash of two blogs. . lol'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-3929628608427866950</id><published>2009-12-04T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:11:42.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLING BLOW WOW!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fFDY62oZv_4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fFDY62oZv_4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;alright. good morning, good afternoon, good night.&lt;br /&gt;i said all of that because i d know when you are reading this lol.&lt;br /&gt;its been a minute. how are you? hows the wife/husband? hows the kids?&lt;br /&gt;alright. why did i post this video? because i can relate to this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the only part i can't relate to is the whole "God is a women statement"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but in actuality if you watch this video, he actually does make sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;nowadays people are so quick to judge something if they can't relate to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my thing is that people is different in various ways and we should learn to accept that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;now. with that being said, i think im perfect :) (sounds of skepticism splashes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;why am i perfect? because i accept me for who i am and i'm comfortable with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the rude, nonchalant, egotistical, cocky, highly opinionated, communication challenged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mixed breed that i have been for 20 whole years :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i mean truth be told, i suck communication wise. i guess that's why i love music so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;its easier to relate to humanity through music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but nowadays its kinda hard to relate to people when all they know is lil wayne, gucci mane and nicki minaj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;like how do you relate to that empty headedness? lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but yeah. . .i know yall like "damn why this guy keep babbling on and on? shut the fuck up. sheesh!) lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;excuse me for wanting to kick some knowledge into the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but yeah. all jokes aside. ppl are slaves to the media.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we need to break that because its unhealthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i used to be a slave to the media but luckily i had to quit music for 2 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it made me realize that im still a person without music and i dont need music to dictate who i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i just hope everybody else reads this and realize it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;welp until its time for a mental ejaculation, i holla. . ADIOS!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-3929628608427866950?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/3929628608427866950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/12/bling-blow-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/3929628608427866950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/3929628608427866950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/12/bling-blow-wow.html' title='BLING BLOW WOW!!!!'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-5975662196941335882</id><published>2009-11-16T16:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:31:49.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just rambling about the opposite sex =]</title><content type='html'>Ok before I begin, I just wanna say this blog was typed off my sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo yeah, whatever. Uhmmm bling blow wow!&lt;br /&gt;Sup? How you readers doing? How's the wife/husband?&lt;br /&gt;Kids doing ok in school? Great, totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo yeah, I got an interesting subject to spazz on.&lt;br /&gt;Ready? U sure? Alright (takes a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1258417878_0"&gt;deep breath&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I, Kevin "Haze -A- Million" Thomas do not respect bitches.&lt;br /&gt;(Listens to all the "wtf" and "wow") well I don't.&lt;br /&gt;I mean how can I? They don't even respect themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No self respecting female calls herself a bitch nor allow others to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to the females that carry themselves with dignity&lt;br /&gt;And class. That's a real turn on.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, how is a guy supposed to respect somebody&lt;br /&gt;That has nothing to offer but sexual talent?&lt;br /&gt;If you respect, you have to demand it.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be damn if I respect some smut lol&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. Females, don't strive to be like Nicki Minaj&lt;br /&gt;Or any other female on tv tdoay. Strive to be better.&lt;br /&gt;As I close out, remember. A man can't degrade you if your a bitch. Because you done it to yourself already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp till my soul needs to take another piss. . .ADIOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-5975662196941335882?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/5975662196941335882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-rambling-about-opposite-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/5975662196941335882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/5975662196941335882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-rambling-about-opposite-sex.html' title='just rambling about the opposite sex =]'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-559946304576881135</id><published>2009-11-10T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:39:15.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the evils of the internet =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*ahem*. well jeez, where do i start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;first of all i just wanna say, how awesome it is to be back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i mean really, i missed you guys, i really did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i just needed a break from the internet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;its crazy on here, man. you gotta hide your keyboards nowadays! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;people are amazing creatures. very adaptive too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it's like whatever they can't find in real life, they gfet it on the internet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;me personally, i never been the type to call somebody "wifey, brother, sister, cousin" over the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;because i have all those in real life lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;then like people decide to be "cool" over the internet. like seriously? your coolness is only limited to the computer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that's not really cool, that's actually kinda lame lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i honestly can't see how people actually sit and "beef" on the web. (myspace, youtube, yahoo, twitter, etc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it's actually moronic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ooooooooh i get it. people do it because its safer to argue with people that lives 08059809582095830925825 miles away, rather than do it in real life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(slaps forehead) why i didnt figure this out before? smh. but yeah. humans are cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;just need to be less evil lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;till next time my soul feel like vomiting . . . ADIOS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-559946304576881135?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/559946304576881135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/11/evils-of-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/559946304576881135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/559946304576881135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/11/evils-of-internet.html' title='the evils of the internet =]'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-4460206979854004628</id><published>2009-11-03T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:21:16.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back for a vent session.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*ahem* sorry i been gone for a minute. had some legal shit to battle with my alter-ego.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;everybody wanna be a primidona nowadays smh&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;but yeah im back. mentally and physically!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;first off, i would like to say to the ladies, sorry. the only 5 star im interested in is hotels and restaurants. haha. meaning i really dont find it attractive when chicks compare themselves to mainstream chicks knowing they can't keep up with a mainstream chick. (breathes deeply) now, since thats off my chest. i wanna spazz on a few other things. so like. yeah. meow meow meow meow. ok i got it now lol. sorry for the meow's. i was just trynna get my mind in perspective&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;b&gt; so like i have a few flaws. like im super d duper blunt. thats not always good. why? because it causes a chain of not fun events. for example. lets say i wanna cheat. i cant hide it because hiding requires lying. and like lying is against my religion lol. oh yeah. imma stop saying "imma call u right right back" cause 9 times outta 10 im not gonna do it. so now imma say "imma call u back eventually in this lifetime". see? cant go wrong with that, now can i? finally id like to address my sex appeal (if i have any lol). time for another quote from my twin, charles hamilton. " i dont think im all that attractive, but i look good to my satisfaction" :) so yeah if u think i look sexy, cute, good etc thank u and im glad i can be some type of visual enjoyment =]. if im not, then tell me once and keep it movin (shrugs) i mean according to myspace, im a nice looking guy lol. so yeah. that's it for now. dont wanna ramble u guys to death lol. so uhmm till the next time my soul needs to ejaculate. ADIOS!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-4460206979854004628?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/4460206979854004628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-for-vent-session.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/4460206979854004628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/4460206979854004628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-for-vent-session.html' title='back for a vent session.'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-5378141733237330152</id><published>2009-10-29T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:30:41.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>roses and revenge. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;alright. so like. by popular demand. i was asks to speak on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lol im sorry its hard to do this seriously but yea ok here i go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ahem. lmao wtf.&amp;nbsp; .ok ok ok . . so yeah. . im really gonna go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;have u ever met a person, that like easily fall in love? i mean like full blast too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;they type of guy that give the chick the last name like a day after they start dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;or a chick that rocks the last name after like 2 days after days after they start dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i mean im not tryna come off as a hater. but its like. . our generation fall in love mad quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;like they fall head over heels and and makes that person their whole life. its wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i know imma catch mad heat for this. "haze u sound mad salty g." or "this nigga hatin and shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i mean i must speakin off the top of the dome for real -kanye shrugs-. then when that couple fall out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;they wanna go on this whole "fuck niggas/bitches, they aint shit" movement. which is quite not fair cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;u cant hold the whole gender accountable for that one person. but yeah i believe love exist. its like a rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;its a beautiful thing to have but very hard to take care of and can come with so much pain. like on some real shit if people fell in like first, when they fall in love, things would go a lot more smoother. but yeah. thats all i have to say on that topic. im getting kinda tired of typin lol. so yeah.&amp;nbsp; .until the next post. . ADIOS!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-5378141733237330152?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/5378141733237330152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/10/roses-and-revenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/5378141733237330152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/5378141733237330152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/10/roses-and-revenge.html' title='roses and revenge. .'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-3158490416298636247</id><published>2009-10-28T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:35:09.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im just sayin tho. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv290/CJWON1/CHARLES-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv290/CJWON1/CHARLES-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;"if i watch porn, then they say im a perve/ if i flirt, they say i way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;with the words. can i not be the bad guy?" -Charels Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;alright so if ur not familiar with this guy, this is charles hamilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;i know yall like "who is this guy? why is he being mentioned?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;cause like this is my twin and he dont know it. got it? that was too fast? damn. sucks for u. moving on. so like u ever realized,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;when we into a certain person, they're the greatest person ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;but then when they do us wrong all of a sudden they're "ugly, lame, swaggless, a bitch" lmao like wow. on jay-z's song "lucky me", in the beginning he starts out "how can a nigga hate a nigga he never even met, dont even know?". that echoes in my head everyday. it makes me wonder. like people be like damn haze. . u good? u straight? im fucking lovely . . lol. . like im as awesome as im gonna get. even though i do believe in ghosts and aliens lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;oh yeah i know what i wanted to talk about. . everything before this statement was just . . inteligent rambling lol sorry. but yeah. i wanna go i non the concept of marriage. i believe in marriage of the minds. the soul, the heart. but i dont belive in what you&amp;nbsp; humans call "marriage". to me, nowadays, people see marriage as a meal ticket or an excuse. when&amp;nbsp; people get "legally" married, people change physically and emotionally. now aint that a bitch? lol. but i do belive in union because of love. just like i believe in God. but why do i have to be in a certain building to worship him? on that note. i would like to thank the devil. ( watches him walk up to the stage and accept his award ). i mean seriously, without him, there wouldn't be a need for blessing. ( uh oh, watches the christains rush in lol)*ahem* but yeah. . im sorta kinda done. just wanted to let yall know a few more thoughts and opinions i had formulated. oh yeah. im in the midsts of writing rock songs. so yeah be on the look for that. welp. i said all i have to say right now. . so yeah ADIOS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-3158490416298636247?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/3158490416298636247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-just-sayin-tho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/3158490416298636247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/3158490416298636247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-just-sayin-tho.html' title='im just sayin tho. .'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-7050102577433245830</id><published>2009-10-23T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:57:57.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reconciliation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/SuHQ9DNb-tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IfAhqInc-Yo/s1600-h/IMG00093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/SuHQ9DNb-tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IfAhqInc-Yo/s320/IMG00093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;ladies and gentlemen, meet my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;yes this is the other participant of the team that gave me life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;we look alike? huh?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;oddly, even tho he wasn't in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;he still taught me a few life lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;taught me what it means to be a real man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;inspired me to be a better father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;even inspired me to be a better sailor lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;but honestly, i had so much anger and hostility towards this guy before i met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;then we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;its funny cause he never knew me as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;but now he gets the blessing to know me as a man. (that's right i said it lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;so honestly, I'm not even mad anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;i met him, got the questions i wanted answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;now i can move on forward with my life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;and pursue my dreams and goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;welp thats all for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;till our souls meet again mi amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;ADIOS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-7050102577433245830?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/7050102577433245830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/10/reconciliation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/7050102577433245830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/7050102577433245830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/10/reconciliation.html' title='reconciliation'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/SuHQ9DNb-tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IfAhqInc-Yo/s72-c/IMG00093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-6956510976644601874</id><published>2009-10-22T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:58:08.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lol. . . i think they call this. . venting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: blue; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;wow. . lol. first off. i just wanna thank God for giving me the breath and the mindset to even post this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: blue; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;like wow. im actually excited to write this because it could have been another way. but he allowed me to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: blue; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;honestly, i believe in re-incarnation. like i honestly think i had a past life. because when i was younger i was ahead of me time. my body hasn't caught up with my mind yet. but this blog is going outside the box. because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue; color: magenta;"&gt;i actually had a conversation with tupac. i know yall like "wow is this guy serious?" lol yes. yes i am. it was rather interesting tho. because i really wasnt a big fan of pac. but he spoke on some true shit tho. like he was cool that i didnt think he was the best. he told me he wasnt tryn to be the best. he just wanted to make music to help niggas cope with everyday life. he made music for the hood, not the money. he was a real cool dude. i enjoy our convo. matter of fact, he told me he wanted to work wit me on a track. one to the next one. lol. im trying to relinquish some old habits. its rather hard lol. despite the reason for my habits, i really need to let them go. like i cant let people hinder me as an artist or as a person. lately, i been my only hinderence. the only thing thats stopping kevin thomas from growins, is haze a million. lol wow did i just really do that? lol anways. everyday is an epic struggle between the artist and me and my moral standards. thats why everything i do is so precious cause i go against all odds and actually post it. i never second guess anything because i feel as tho thats robbing me of the raw passion my artistic vision. ( takes a deep breath ) but yeah. i rambled on enough. till next times our souls depart and connect. ITS YA BOY!!!! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-6956510976644601874?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/6956510976644601874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/10/lol-i-think-they-call-this-venting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/6956510976644601874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/6956510976644601874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/10/lol-i-think-they-call-this-venting.html' title='lol. . . i think they call this. . venting?'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-599190331892531218</id><published>2009-10-18T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:17:09.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorta kinda spazzin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;so like. . its about ( looks at my watch) 5:56pm right now. like really im just goin off the top with this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;i feel pretty good in life right now. .like im 20, no kids, in the navy and life is cool. i mean i just lost my momz (figuretifly speakin acourse)&lt;/span&gt;. so does that make me an orphan? (lol).&amp;nbsp; but seriously... i been really contemplating.&lt;br /&gt;and like wow. i just have so many thoughts and ideas nobody will understand. im not saying God doesn't exist. but i be wondering, when i pray, who do i actually pray to? like who hears my prayers? but i do believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;i mean there gotta be somebody up there lookin out for me cause i shoulda been dead a while ago. ok now we off that (drake voice haha). but uhh im tryna teeder todder my personal space and relationships with women. i mean, how can u love somebody when that somebody dont love themselves? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;i do the best i can tho. everybody deserves a shot at respect. i mean i do what i can to be a good man. they say the best teacher in life is mistakes. if u cant learn from ur mistakes, ur doomed to make em again. ahem. but uhh yeah. . like i said. im doin alotta balance right now. like im tryna balance between being Haze -A- Million and Kevin Thomas (i know yall like this guy a skitzo). but uhmm right now i just got a alotta things goin on, ya know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;but all in all i think in the end it will be worth it. . . shwam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-599190331892531218?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/599190331892531218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorta-kinda-spazzin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/599190331892531218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/599190331892531218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorta-kinda-spazzin.html' title='sorta kinda spazzin'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-1040071852085856394</id><published>2009-10-11T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:47:06.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man In The Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I always told myself never stray from the foundation&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but now I became the very thing I found myself hatin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; over the years, I made so much progress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but at the same time, it feels like I regressed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; u know it's funny cause when we was kids, I used to pretend to be a hero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I guess now I replaced that with my alter ego&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I been so busy getting caught in the hype and the fame&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; that I don't even answer to my own damn name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but dog, can u blame me? I'm only human&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm pretty sure if u could've, you'd probably do it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's funny cause I keep staring at the reflection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but no matter how hard I try, I have no recollection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; of the person that's staring me dead into my pupils&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;like dog, this aint the same guy that I'm used to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but I know what to do, I just gotta do it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; but it's kinda hard when I can't find the blueprint&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I always told myself, that I'd grow and evolve&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but I didn't think compromising who I was would be involved&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;all I know is that as long as I can breathe, I promise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I'm gonna find and get back to the old &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1255275804_0" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Kevin Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-1040071852085856394?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/1040071852085856394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-in-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/1040071852085856394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/1040071852085856394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-in-mirror.html' title='Man In The Mirror'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-6920079929142780312</id><published>2009-10-07T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:01:10.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forbidden lovin. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;it's funny how one event can set off some more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;we went from watching movie to sexin on  the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;lights on,  everybody awoke and ya panties to the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;you moanin my name, bitin my neck while im inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;on top of me with ya hands my chest grippin me tightly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;u screamin give it to me harder, im screamin mami bite me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;change positions, im on top with ya legs on my shoulders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;u tellin me how good it is, im tellin u i been told ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;a few hours past and me and u still at it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;im tryna beat that pussy like its a bad habit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;ya cell phone ringnin but u keep pressin ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;he keeps callin and callin while u screamin give me more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;once was a church boy but u got the kid sinnin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;pussy so wet, got me feelin like im swimmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;u whisperin in my ear "dont stop, im bout to cum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;kissin u deeply while im beatin ya pussy like a drum. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;faster strokes as ya legs start to quiver . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;givin it to u so good, u feel it in ya liver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;minus the count down launch like a shuttle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;after we done, u kiss me and say "i love you" . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;to be continued. . .round 2 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-6920079929142780312?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/6920079929142780312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/10/forbidden-lovin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/6920079929142780312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/6920079929142780312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/10/forbidden-lovin.html' title='forbidden lovin. .'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468146018277197798.post-3026659411311740599</id><published>2009-09-30T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:11:33.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Promise. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love's a battlefield but she got me out my armor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;told her i'd never hurt her and i always kept my promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;situation gettin heated, what am i gonna do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if i can't save myself, how imma save u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know i can't rewind the hands of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but just wish we can get back to that state of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take it back to around about 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to the first time i ever seen u walk in the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i never did believe in love at first sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but truth be told, i fell in love wit u that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i didnt know it cause i was too busy thuggin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never gave me the time of day cause i was always buggin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some how i ended up on ya bed havin a serious convo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that kiss on the cheek felt better than any sex i had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now time passed, we drifted apart and thats history &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i get excited when u send me a txt sayin u missin me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real rap, i want u to know that u had me from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from the first time u spoke to me, u had my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 things in this world i belive in one is death before this honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;number two is that u'll always be mrs. thomas &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468146018277197798-3026659411311740599?l=artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/feeds/3026659411311740599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/3026659411311740599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468146018277197798/posts/default/3026659411311740599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artistikalmastermind.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-promise.html' title='My Promise. .'/><author><name>Fallen Angel. .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05738585388571880067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQlRJJFreeE/TAMaP9B2peI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bYnbzuUL2Zo/S220/Sonic-mens-zoom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
