I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles

had some time to go through my papers, gather my thoughts, and think about some extra shT.

pensive. yeah, that's about right. just call me Pensive Pops today because that's the mood I'm in. and the meditative meaning as a matter of fact.

so anyways, why do i feel overworked yet bored? it's such an awkward feeling to have. like when you are mad hungry to the point that you forget about food and start getting delirious because of your deprivation.

i have a lot of stuff that i need to go ahead and throw away. get some of this clutter out of my periphery. papers, magazines, and some other assorted and random-a$$ shT that should take an L.

plus, i've been doing too much thinking about travel, yet not enough doing. so i need to hop my a$$ on the highway and make some moves. not too mention, the last two months of the year are upon us. So, i need to seriously revisit the goals and "plan" i laid out at the outset and assess what i have accomplished and what remains to be addressed, tackled, conquered, reworked, or forgot about altogether.

only then can i make room for some other ideas, goals, and fresh blood to encircle my membranes in preparation to breath the air of a new, blue skiy that awaits...god willing. nahmean.

and yes, the geto boys were the shT!