Thought Evacuation Drill 1) Purpose: Test the limits of what may be known as Racing Thoughts, Ive had since 5, to second the opinion of Dr. Vu, my former psychiatrist, who believed me when I said I was clean when I snapped, and he concluded what I did, the abrupt stop of all, substances, even nicotine. (I thought I was stepping down slowly, then so much happened, I dont remember, after the 2nd concussion, evidenced by a level 8 blow to the head, assuming a scale of 10. My weight with my homeboy, to the cement backwards, praise God, I could have died, Brian Stow, this is why I loved you. But, I learned from you to walk away, and I still cannot. Life isnt fair, Sir. One day, I will donate to your cause, if only my words... 2) Methodology Allow the parasympathetic nervous system to operate freely, even in rapid form. Meaning write for ten minutes, and dont worry about mistakes, my secondary motive. 3) Thought that wont stop is death and why I can hardly stand funerals. I can hardly stand funerals, I never get use to them, I had a panic attack, but not the usual, the one I yell and stand back, screaming the usual, a bark that says wack, so you do the usual, sorry to state facts, they didnt bruise you Hun, cut no slack, I carried heat in my backpack, icy hot for Mr. Otas class, my bad back, I talked big shit he said me marshmallow Man, and I reared back, Ota was outta his mind, cant say what he said back, you people twist good men outta line, lets just say that, he teased me to make me tough, I said whats up, so fake and tough, but Old Man Ota was buff, I mean the Vampire slayer couldnt drink his blood, I actually said whats up then, cuhz, extraz on it, I was a thug on paper, thinker was my tag bang name, solo, with me Robocop, Gene was waiting, I begged him not to call his mom, he said he wouldnt if I gave him names, now I thought my dude Rob, was gonna go through the same thang, I knew he acted hard but we were the youngest in summer school that Spring, I meant Summer, when my Asian American homeboy never told a thing, they was like Bummer, they got us for a couple things, see at Carson Summer School I tagged Sonar, but it was all over my book bag, so I knew better to change guard, than to look bad, so my mom came and I cried hard, but not in front of Gene, and Rob-Yi is still my man! #standupsalute 8mins...
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 08:41:53 +0000
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