Today has been a crazy day, true that because nothing crazy actually happened apart from meeting for the poetry recital, where guys gave in different poems about death, some mocking it, others overcoming it, but that was some crazy shit. Sorry, i had to. Guys have crazy poetic minds, How dare you spit on death, geez louize.
Then, thats beside the point, last night i realised that in my search for my true identity, i define what looking for stress is. Somebody actually told me i look for stress. And true that, yeah, that actually made me angry not with him but with myself, and adding salt to injury…….
Ok, this sounds funny but two friends who are female are both dating, and because i both know them, out rightly there guys actually have beef for reasons i can only say are there on demons bringing about this insecurities… thats more reason for being angry. And also being termed as a scavenger… Scavengers eat rotten meat, blah, blah, blah…
But when a 24 year old actually calls you are threat, yeah, though joyiuos, sounds out right ridiculous. Given the fact that life sucks, and love along. I am actually frustrated which makes me sad becoz…….
When every one is talking, love keeps poping up which is out right disgustlingly stupid( forgive me, language) but NOOOOOO!!!!!! These fellas who gone on preaching love yet practise hate should style up.
Am actually saddened that i dont thinlk whatever i have written is relevant but yeah, the load is off. And yeah, amovie is coming soon, stay tuned, probably. But i still dislike bi-nigeria’s. No beef.
So, Crazy as shit,
Angry at life,
Joy at being a supa star
Saddened at being weak and broke.
PEAce out, this here is the cazy architect, the chosen one speaking…………
Book: The Big Bad Wolf…………..James Patterson
Music… Imogen Heap, this chicdee has crazy beats,
Movie… I insist, The Dark Night rocks, official.