“INSPIRING…A LIL SPOOKY…U GOT SKILLS THOUGH…GOOD SHIT…JUST READ YA BLOG…KEEP DOIN IT.LOL.”

Ok…So I’m reading her latest post right, and I quit mid-blog. I’m like I can’t lose these thoughts. Have you ever read someone’s work and wanted to immediately propose? " Truly talented, I can read your dainty Danny arrogance right off the page. It’s cute. Coming from a man with a prideful heart, I AM A FAN. What can I say, GOOD SHIT.LOL. The compliments stop here, before I say something illegal. FRAT.

I’ve had a blog for about 28 hour now.lol. So I’m new….Damn I just lost my train of thought….ummm….

New Thoughts = New$$$

You make your own perceptions of people just by looking. Shameful. Try perceiving with all your senses. Listen to what you read. There is so much more to a person than what you see. In reiteration, what better way to check someone’s motives and thoughts than to read them? I’m not easily impressed. The so called swag, the latest J’s, the grΣΣks, the blackberries, the mobile MySpace looking up to the side throwing up the deuce photo shoots, the “no homo”, the living for the world vs. self, not impressive. Don’t get me wrong I’m not mad at all. “DO YOU!” And by all means, “MAKE YO PAPER BOO BOO!”LOL. It’ just doesn’t do anything for me. But what does, is a MIND. Thanks for the inspiration…

P.S. Am I the only one who has to pause the music when reading?..

Ztacy Jerome Taylor

“Fuck you up your ass nigga! And I bet not to see yo ass on the streets by yourself! Ima break yo fuckin jaw!”- A quote from one of me and my dad’s last conversations. Can’t you just feel the love? [lol] Or not. Stacy Jerome Taylor, my dad, is truly a character of many colors. Pride is one of his colors that shines brightest. Nevertheless, too much of anything could kill you. Too much of anything can become sinful. AND I AM MY FATHER’S SON. Just the thought scares me sometimes. I mean, I hid from alcohol for so long thinking, I would be ready to choke somebody if I got drunk. But moderation is keen. There is a fine line that separates us, like the concealed line between yin & yang. I see me in him in many situations and we could probably take each other’s advice and become better men. Seeing as though, we are both too proud to befriend our enemy the interconnection will most likely never happen. So it remains, our strongest connection are those in which I was conceived. *sigh……

Ain’t nothing like a Jersey girl…

You ever feel like you can look at someone and know you’ll have something with that person in the future. It could be anything from a physical relationship; I’m talking, fucking like 4 or 5 times a day. Fucking like after every meal and or snack.lol. Or it could be a mental thing like that’s my study buddy. Like, “Who you taking for intrapersonal communication? Do you got the book? You do. Cool, we should def study. When are you done with class?” Or the relationship they favor most, E M O T I O N A L. Yes, these women are very emotional creatures. But, the funny thing is, I don’t mind being in a rapture of emotions by a woman who inspires me. If this pertains to you, take a hint. lol. This is true. I know a chick who tastes so sweet, I wonder if Jolly Rancher released a new line of feminine products.lol. She is my want and need, when my other head is thinking for me. She is my puzzle that I catch migraines trying to solve. She’s kind of like your favorite book you keep reading over and over, picking the chapter by the day. She is what I don’t deserve right now. Believe me. Then there’s this girl who makes me think. She inspires me, to be a better me. Although she takes the road of celibacy, she is most intimate of them all. I’m talking about the kind of intimacy where we’re in the same room just doing homework. But her presence can be defined as indefinable. Let’s just say I couldn’t ever get any work done. I don’t talk to her everyday anymore but when we do talk it’s like she never went home. TAKING A TRIP TO NEW JERSEY, A MUST.

MY NAME IS, MY NAME IS, MY NAME IS…

Zach T…It’s funny how I find this blog as one of the most challenging of them all. I find myself typing and then erasing, typing some more and then erasing more. {Uncensored typing, uncensored thoughts, here goes nothing}…Waiting on affirmation from THE higher power, I am a diplomat. Often found fighting other people’s battles, let alone my own. Like to refer to myself as, “A lion among men.” A prideful heart, approaching life’s tribulations head first. I’m coming like Bernard Hopkins in the 12th round of a unanimous decision [favorite fighter]. Believe me. Afraid of not being afraid of fear, it doesn’t exist. I love to love. Affectionate. My blood test came back positively purple and gold. PVAMU. Sophomore majoring in the vast field of communications. Don’t ask me what I want to do with my degree; I’m going to do it all. I am communication.lol. I am poetry. I heart words and big crowds of people. Shadow Bar on Sunday, I’m probably spittin. I thank God for all 18 years of my life. In my mind, at one point in life I didn’t think I would make it this far. I just started singing, “Never Would Have Made It by Marvin Sapp”, in my head.lol. I’m unsure who’s responsible for the quote, “It is what it is”. But, it is what it is. –
Diplomatically yours,

Zach T.