Female Rejection.

I love this song by Twista. In ways, it touches on my mentality, on others it influences. Go ahead, say you feel opposed to my opinion. I don't give a shit. You ain't sucking my dick, so why should I care? I feel Like, I feel like standing in the midst of a hundred thousand haters, Dynamite and C-4 strapped around the waist, bloody tears in my eyes making sure any mother fucka in tha vicinity Blow away and die, Kill'em off with an explosion Get up bitches, Kamikaze on you hoes I'm the sacrificial lamb, Feelin the fury flow out of every follicle in my body While you decompose Die with a blunt of dro in yo hand, I'm uppin the itchy fo fuckin wit Twista If you fuckin wit me come bet so cause it wont Be an issue-Got some nuts to come get me Then boy you gone get the picture put the flame in my Swisher Then hollows penetrate thru yo tissue Fuck yo fit up wit yo blood as I hear the cries Of yo homies screamin revenge Got no mercy on them either go to war wit the Intention...

I've always been encouraged to read Douglas Adams' books, by friends and acquaintances, but primarily my father, whom if you know.. Is a MAJOR book enthusist. Seriously, he has enough books to open a Books A Million. Not even joking, my garage is nothing but boxes of books. He has read them all. Anyway, back to my point. Douglas Adams. He was either insane when he devise the series, or a fucking genius. I watched the movie just a few moments ago, and got one of my Dad's books, so reading on it.. Fanastic work. Sure, when watching it, the most random of things will happen. You'll feel brain connections break apart, and a soft void lingering in the back of your mind. You're clueless, and yet contemplative. You thought the Matrix got you thinking? Feh. I could name tons of other titles that you know of, or don't. None compare to the insane genius of Adams'. All I know. Is I am falling in love with his books, the more I read into it. Even if it's like.. Aski...

I was told that I am a freak of freaks. I am weird, deranged, and insane. I mingle with the chicks that would frighten your children in their sleep, that would send a shiver down your spine to have their gaze settle on you. They are mentally fearful, and yet I associate with them. I was told I act normal. Like a regular person, surrounded by these monstrousities. And yet, why am I there? That is how I got labeled insane. Am I? Am I that warped?

Cold, yet comfortable. And open skies, with not a cloud in sight. The constant rotation of the airport's light, green then white. Ever stare up at the stars, and think? Believe you should have been elsewhere? Born later or before? I didn't like that about Fort Leonard Wood. Couldn't see the stars as often as I liked. Beautiful, serene silence.

Powerful song, when you're not paying attention to it. I was driving, on Friday, sometime late in the evening where the sky was dark and black. The headlights beamed forwards, and with a slip of my hand, I accidentally switched my stereo to turn on the CD player, which still had Davo's CD inside of it. Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional played. I may have pulled back from being Davo's best friend, for some time. I may have said things behind his back, and not liked him 100% at all times. But damn it.. That song got me thinking about him. I missed having him sitting beside me in the car, saying something annoyingly stupid. It just.. Felt weird.