February, 5th, 2007 Monday

Shotguns make big holes, teachers forget what it’s like to learn, and the subway always smells like piss. Life is full of certain truths that are non-negotiable. When I speak about my passion for steel, my mind jumps around like a bum on fire. Hard edged? I guess so. Nice guy? I never said I was.
What about you? You got eyes on you too. Can you shrug the haters off you? I doubt so.
Can you go in any direction—North, South, East and West—and still remember you are a member of the most brutal species this world has seen? Can they defeat you? Can they beat you? There is a difference between the two, you know. I feel the eyes on me. I smell the fear on these bitches. Some talk hard, but when it’s time to get it rollin’ they’re ghosts. No matter what happens we walk hard. We eat dirt so the rest of the world knows that they don’t own hate...
And for the motherfucker who promises me the delivery of the hard earned money I borrowed you and only breathed excuses. fuck you. you know i ain't a pushover and this game ain't over. not even near. I can be a fucking prick and douchebag when it comes to pestering.
For those motherfucking pussies that i rubbed shoulders with and engage in a staredown with me. you know i can eat you alive. i'll destroy you. but i held myself together cause i don't want to spend the rest of my life in a fucking cell. if you motherfuckers ever think of laying your puny hands on me, you might as well piss in the wind. cos you're gonna get back thrice the shit you gave.
And for those reading. I don't talk big. I live to my fucking words. If you want some, come get some.