Ode
To
Pluto
To
Pluto
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Drake♥ Travie
September 14, 2008
10:30 PM | 0 comments
-composed at 9:30PM 9/13/08
No Need To Speak.
I've always had a way with words but it seems I'm losing it.
Can't write, can't speak.
I no longer give the best advice, and am good for no more than an ear to listen or shoulder to cry on.
I'm losing my ability to speak freely and I now bite my tongue.
[ain't that some shit]
I've become simi-passive and lost quite a bit of my aggressiveness.
There are a few pros and cons to that one but I'm only feeling the cons these days.
I was sitting in my burgundy lazy boy chair a little bit ago just thinking.
I was talking to a few people on Y! and on the phone with Brandon but I wasn't really there ya know?
I didn't say anything out of the ordinary, but I was in this kind of thinking daze.
I suppose it came with the hurricane rain and is just temporary.
Emotion.
I really had the urge to go downtown today.
Not for the city life or to stand outside the House Of Blues like I love doing, but to see the homeless.
Not that all homeless people need one's sympathy because most got what was coming, but I needed to feel compassion.
No longer do I sympathize and empathize and I haven't the faintest idea why not.
No one knows this, but I work with special education kids.
Actually, not all of them are kids.
Some are older, younger, or the same age.
I can honestly say that I am the happiest when I am with them.
At first, I was selfish and couldn't see them for what they are, human, and I got freaked out by their mental issues but I love them so much.
Now, I am selfless and let them do what they need to freely.
Whether they want to hold my hand, Devin likes to scratch, some scream, groan, twitch, etc.
About 2 weeks ago, two of the guys stopped playing their little basketball game to come give me dap and hug me.
I proceeded to put my bags down and my favorite boy, Devin, rolled himself to me so that I could unstrap him out of his wheelchair and he could walk around with me.
He had the biggest smile and was so anxious to be with me.
At that point I realized and the two of us were walking around with big smiles.
The point of this post is...well, I don't have one.
Acting on impulses I suppose.
EDIT;EDIT;EDIT;
.Nappyheaded Rican: how u spell fuckin panokeao ?
.Nappyheaded Rican: or wtf ever
.Nappyheaded Rican: u kno that nigga that when he lies
.Nappyheaded Rican: his nose grows
.Nappyheaded Rican: cuz im havin a HARDDDDDD fuckin time tryna spell it
.Nappyheaded Rican: =[
.Nappyheaded Rican: ?
mars. ™ : nigga!
mars. ™ : Pinnochip
.Nappyheaded Rican: lmfao
.Nappyheaded Rican: dats not it
.Nappyheaded Rican: lmfao
.Nappyheaded Rican: =/
mars. ™ : Pinnochio*
mars. ™ : shit.
.Nappyheaded Rican: lmfao
mars. ™ : wait.
mars. ™ : no.
mars. ™ : Pinocchio
.Nappyheaded Rican: k
mars. ™ : SHIT!
mars. ™ : that's a hard ass word.
.Nappyheaded Rican: name*
mars. ™ : same difference!
mars. ™ : I know your non-spellin' ass isn't trying to correct anyone.
mars. ™ : =|
.Nappyheaded Rican: fuck you
mars. ™ : hoe.
I'm so dependent on him for my daily laugh and mood improvement, it's not even funny.
Lucky for me, he's yet to fail.
...with his dumbass
&holler;™
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