Short Story

I woke up in his brothers bed. Their house. I'm going to text Magin when he is coming back from vacation. For now, more dreams... The one eyed cat flashed me a mischievous grin as he hopped off the throne. This was a throne of kings, burnished 24k gold laced with silver dating back to Caesar's Roman Empire. How did I know this? And why in world is there a one eyed cat looking at me? DREAM. It's just a dream...I know this, yet I am still dreaming and the cat is still pacing. Being that there is no obvious way to wake up I think I may experiment. "Hoy cat!" no response. So much for experimenting.WOAH. As I glance back at the cat to judge its reaction, it was no longer a cat but a one eyed rat. What is going on. Have I kicked the bucket and went to hell? I looked for a way out as I started to panic, trying my hardest to keep the paranoia out. Until I look at my hands. These are not my hands. These are the hands of a old man. Emaciated and crusted over from constant work and wear. as i open them, the skin tears, light fills my vision and here I am, back in Magin's room. I stare out of bed at the huge room and the sunlight bursting in through every hole. How does Magini sleep like this I wonder... Too much light. I rub my eyes and hop out of bed, calling benny to see what he's up to. I put on some of Magin's clothes and head downstairs for a glass of water. What a weak breakfast for such a long and demented night. A taco and cheese taquito would satisfy right now I think to myself. Ah well Benny isn't picking up, i'll just head over and break in if I have to. Wake the bugger up. Maybe even get back into the haze of daily life. As Ghandi says, live life as if you were to die tommorow. I head down to the garage, trying every key on the ring without success. Damnit. I guess the train will suffice. With vigor, i trot down the stone path out of Magin's exotic blue house and head towards the train down sheridan. Feeling no inclination to observe the world, I keep my head down until I reach the train station. I was never a person to have a bad or good feeling about a situation, unlike some who seem to have almost oracle like thoughts. Things happen for a reason I guess. I smoothly hopped the turnsile as the CTA worker turned his head. One of the benefits of being a teenager in pristine health. It doesn't help that my habits keep me totally oblivious. In agreement with this thought I do not notice the oncoming train, free of a conductor.

Music BLogget: Three Little Birds by Bob Marley

"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")

Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry!"
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry!
"'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right" - I won't worry!
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, oh no!
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!


This beautiful song was created by Bobby for all those people out there who worry and fret about life on a daily basis. There have been numerous times where i listened to this song and felt 100x better about life and just chilled out. Analysis time--- The chorus is easy, he wants you to be optimistic about everything and know that everything will be alright and that worrying will make nothing better. In verse 1 he talks about the morning, where the whole day starts; the most important part of the day. Be happy that the sun is rising and your still alive, and if your unhappy or fretting about anything just listen to those "3 little birds" although there might just be one or 2 birds to listen to. WHATEVER. This is when you learn that the birds are singing the song, which according to Bob is a song pure and true. I agree. So when you start to mope, don't. Every little thing will be alright. Listen to the 3 little birds a singing and smile to the rising sun. A genius if i ever met one. Even though i never met him. In soul Bob, In soul...

On Da Reservation

Usually when we think of racism, it is between the whites and the blacks. Then there is Native Americans, a people never truly forgotten but placed out of our minds for their enduring of our white supremacy.An American Indian Reservation is an area of land inhabited by a tribe of Native Americans under the United States Department of the Interior's Bureau of INDIAN Affairs. How improper of them! Today there are about 310 reservations in the United States but there are 510 tribes. Some tribes own one reservations, some several, some share with other tribes, and some live free of the reservations. Now that is ridiculous. They were here first and we denied that right and desecrated their ancestors, so we should be rewarding them;not skimping them. The Natives had 100 million acres of fertile land, until Andrew Jackson changed that with the reservation policy. From the 100 million acres of fertile land, the Indians only got 32 million acres back and the land was not as good as their previous lands. How completely bogus. There's how the reservations came about. But not what happens inside of them. I shall say no more cus i ain't got nutin to say. adios.

Graff n' Staff

Graffiti is the word for images or lettering scratched, scrawled, painted or marked in any manner on property. Graffiti is sometimes perceived as a form of art and other times as unsightly damage.Graffiti is any type of public markings that may appear in the forms of simple written words to elaborate wall paintings. Graffiti has existed since ancient times, with examples going back to Ancient Greece and the Roman Empire. In modern times, spray paint and markers have become the most commonly used materials. In most countries, defacing property with graffiti without the property owner’s consent is considered vandalism, which is punishable by law. Sometimes graffiti is used to communicate social and political messages. To some, it is an art form worthy of display in galleries and exhibitions; to others it is merely vandalism. Graffiti has since evolved into a pop culture existence often related to underground hip hop music and break dancing creating a lifestyle that remains hidden from the general public. The controversies that surround graffiti continue to create disagreement amongst city officials/ law enforcement and graffiti artists looking to display their work in public locations. There are many different types and styles of graffiti and it is a rapidly developing artform whose value is highly contested by many. LEVEL NERVE GRAPE VOTER

Black Boy

Richard Wright grew up in the South where he was neglected and beat by his mother.He was a interesting young boy form the start. He had to cope with constant poverty,mostly because of Richard's father leaving and marrying another woman. Then in his teen years his mother had a stroke and developed paralysis, rendering her useless to provide money. Richard had a curious mind and asked a lot of questions, which gave him a surprising amount of beatings from his mother and whites. This empowered him to He was often beaten by his family whenever he spoke p. He often asked about whites and blacks, but never really got any answers. He learned independent lifestyle through his many experiences, which left him unready to work for whites under the Jim Crow laws. He never wanted to cooperate with the racism of the south. Most people he knew had already succumbed to the common racism. Richard told his friends he wanted to be a writer they couldn't understand it. To them, that just wasn't something African-Americans could ever accomplish.Richard never went along with the expectations of the whites and because of that he couldn't hold a job. He would make a wrong comment, use a wrong tone of voice, show the wrong expression, and there he'd be, back on the streets scrounging for a new job. Richard's ideas of breaking free of the harsh southern racism were parallel to those of the civil rights movements seen later in history.

Hungry for Attention:Is young Richard alone in his cravings?

To answer the question straight, I say yes. and no. When he kills the kitten to get attention from his father he is alone. It is not something his family and likely most other people would take well. He was also alone in his visits to the bar to get drunk and talk and join in with the daily drunkard riffraff. Along with that odd craving he joined in with a group of children by the sloping hill to harass and pester the citizens driving by, cracking jokes and acting erratic.This behavior got reactions from people which are favorable by kids. Its pretty much something all kids do. He is alone in certain acts of craving for attention but they all share The same childish need for attention and causing havoc within the streets.I'm not really sure what to write, so blah. So lets ask ourselves why there is this need for attention. Maybe its for gaining more self confidence and feeling righteous about elders? Who knows. It's part of being a kid and learning from your mistakes and i guess to respect your elders. Respection.Fill word. At least I'm being honestly obvious. So really the answer is no, i don't know why i said yes. I want to go to sleep. Black boy is a good book. Thank you for reading. Peace.
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King Still King

Martin Luther King Jr. stood for equality. Not just for blacks but for all people no matter waht color. What he wanted to acheive is the total acceptance of race through protest and instilling ideals into young and old people's minds. Ultimately he succeded in the accecptance and desegragation of race in todays society. This idea of segragation has changed to stereotypes and limited conflict bewtween certain races. Other from that he changed the world into a more accepting and ideal place to live in. Without his courage and maximum potential to do good we would not be where we are today. I hope people will remember and carry on his ways and understand his impact as his day comes by. King Still King.