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We can do it, We shall do it! -Marcus Garvey</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bronxstateofmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bronxstateofmind.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968836963081424813/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>BronxStateOfMind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596612998455438175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDCshAPgoKI/TBKX3-xrScI/AAAAAAAAAVo/uJdtvKEp8E8/S220/29210_1449760013716_1524717423_31113163_4913840_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Bronxstateofmind" /><feedburner:info uri="bronxstateofmind" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYHQXgyeip7ImA9WhdRE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968836963081424813.post-3858079801383373826</id><published>2011-08-03T13:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T13:38:50.692-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-03T13:38:50.692-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Little Lion" /><title>The Second Beat Of My Heart</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IgvkPacGoFc/TjmHgagvw0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/2OhuJDMjfws/s1600/My+Little+Lion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IgvkPacGoFc/TjmHgagvw0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/2OhuJDMjfws/s400/My+Little+Lion.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This little guy is one of the BEST things to happen to me; you could not  know the love you can have for a child unless you have one; no words  can express it; yea it's been said so many times, but it's a very  powerful feeling and it just washes over you like the best feeling in  the world.&amp;nbsp; He's got my heart and I'm never letting go.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yea, I have hundreds of emails dating back from that chance meeting late in 2008.&amp;nbsp; Now that meeting has spawned a fun life with growth, happiness and an expected child.&amp;nbsp; Now that plan to save our words written with love, anger, apologies and everything in-between to one another can be a testament to our love and life with one another, and one day I hope that our children can read those words and know that YES you can find that love and watch it grow and create another life from that love; rather than some of the hell the unprotected sex babies of any generation have to endure with the words BABY DADDY/MOMMY ingrained in their souls; not to mention the fighting, abandonment and god forbid abuse, and think its normal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even though children cannot express themselves in such a manner, they look, listen and understand what goes on between the ones we call Mom and Dad; it's that hidden nurturing that we give them, that is created between the positivity and love flowing between parents that strengthens a child, there is a reason why it's frowned upon why children should not be having babies, love is not love when it's that young and the soul of your child has nothing to feed on; if either parent compensated for both father AND mother then maybe the child has a slim chance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Who knows if our love will last until one of us leave this earth.....if  it doesn't, hey it blessed me with a beautiful son and I gave all my  love with no regrets.&amp;nbsp; For better or worse I will always be connected  with this wonderful woman whom helped truly start our family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Only death can stop me from raising my child, and it took a child to show me how to put away my childish things and begin, as a man, to lay the foundation to one day raise him to be a man.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brandon, I'm your father and I'm going to show you one hell of a life, son; hope you're ready.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Now,  I've been utterly devastated with love, I've also been rebuilt and reborn with  it as well, for the simple fact that I never gave up on wanting to feel love with someone; the person that has my  heart now, is she my soulmate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;She sure seems like it, but these thoughts sparked the  title of this post which can be one of the most truest sayings that can be said if you are a veteran of love, my heart sure did feel that way before I found my  current love; if you're a hopeless romantic willing to open your heart to someone  who hasn't done the same, you know the pain of waiting in vain for them to do just that; does this cause your heart any hurt? I'm sure it does, don't fear that pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It's always rough to size up a person to see if they fit that special place in your heart where you show them things only those close to you are allowed to see and ask yourself "how do they handle it and are they willing?".&amp;nbsp; Some are lucky enough to have someone that can take that heart in their hands and care for it as it should be cared for.&amp;nbsp; You have the other side of that coin, where some takes advantage and basically rips your heart to shreds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The thing about it is, where do you see yourself after the dust settles and the pieces of your heart slowly mend itself together again?&amp;nbsp; Each time the sledge hammer hit me in the heart I became cold, treated women like they shouldn't be treated, once the pain faded I was again ready to experience love in my life; I've seen men and women who fear that pain and do all they can to drag out a relationship past it's due date; those that run back and forth, breakup/makeup/breakup until something finally happens to let them know it's really over when it should have been finished way before then.&amp;nbsp; The one with the biggest heart always ends up the most bitter person if they lose the lesson of a failed relationship regardless of who is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;What people fail to realize (in my opinion) is that pain an open heart experiences, once you learn from it, helps strengthen you, it really does; if you keep your heart open to someone you think is special enough and they fail you, that pain is immeasurable, the warm tears running down your cheek should tell you that a closed heart is only for a weak person who, later in life, will feel a bigger pain of a wasted life with someone who will never love your heart the way it should have been loved from the beginning, the way you loved them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The pain that love can be is one that has driven people to do horrible things to themselves and others all in the belief that such a thing as love shouldn't be taken away and should always feel wonderful even if they have to try and force it, that never accomplishes anything; make that pain your stepping stone to your constant relationship evolution, with each new person that crosses your path you might finally meet someone who's love is tempered by that same pain and will embrace you and whisper in your ear those words that were meant for you to let you know that you have finally met true love that will last until your last breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;If a shared love is not split 50/50, don't expect it to go far; like I've told a few people in my life "I don't want someone behind me, I don't need someone in front of me, we belong besides one another because we are equals" what love do you think you have in your life if you're not making each other a better person; if you're not empowering one another to make yourselves feel as if anything you couldn't achieve separately, you know you can conquer together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Love is simply complicated and that's why few are really good at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The one that judges me with a reason,&lt;br /&gt;
The one that picks me up when I want to fall,&lt;br /&gt;
The deep part of my soul that provides richness, meaning and the power of two becoming one,&lt;br /&gt;
My support system through the good and right,&lt;br /&gt;
The punisher for when I'm bad and wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
My muse,&lt;br /&gt;
My pain,&lt;br /&gt;
My first reason to smile while I await the birth of the second reason that will never make me stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;
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I could dedicate a million words to you, but only three make perfect sense......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I LOVE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968836963081424813-3386446796282447523?l=bronxstateofmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I said Yes because this marriage ended up being poison to every part of me, I almost lost good friends, family and damn near my sanity trying to hold something together with someone that in the long run I wasn't compatible with; details aside, and yes I take some blame for it through youthful inexperience and bullheadedness, but to all of you reading this understand that marriage is 50/50 and if you extend yourself past that then there is a problem in need of correction; if not expect it to fall apart in front of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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The No, is basically, it hurt my heart that I made a life long promise to God that I would love and build with this person for life, I took that vow seriously. &amp;nbsp;To see it unravel, then fall past a point where it will not come back is one of the most painful feelings your heart can feel, it's the death of love and the birth of hate that makes every cell in your body want to scream "I HATE YOU" to the person who's hand you held, eyes you've locked on, the person you'd considered your other half and in front of God's servant who spoke God's words from the bible, waiting with a fast beating heart in your chest to speak those two words that were meant to be a lifetime seal on a new life where two became one......."I Do".&lt;br /&gt;
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This pain now must be put aside for the future of my new love, my sanity and the child we plan to bring into this world. &amp;nbsp;To hate is incredibly easy; it was one of the few things that brought me to my knees, to question life itself, God's love for me and if I had a place on this planet. &amp;nbsp;The bad things another person can make you feel when you're told your not living to THEIR expectations can be devastating.&amp;nbsp; It just shows abuse can come in many forms.&amp;nbsp; But true love has lifted me pass this and all I can do is give my life to this person who loves me more than I love myself (sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lessons learned will never be forgotten, the pain has healed and happiness has entered my life; I travel a new road and my focus is not to repeat the past and create something that i will be pleasantly surprised with, I believe it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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For all that I am, I ask you to see me for my positivity and wisdom; forgive any anger and negativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You know, I tried to measure where I am in life by the company I keep and for fucks sake it doesn't help; what do I do when someone I know is doing what I think is great while they passively flaunt that shit to give themselves shine they want and crave....nothing really, people like that live to have people go "wow, you do that" knowing, in the back of their head, if they had a chance to sit on their ass eating Cheetos the rest of their lives they would; i'm just glad i'm never around those kind of people for long, the welcome wears out pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt;
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So comes the endless battles for those with no/little direction to keep busy and see what the next day brings; I kinda feel that way, but not too much, it's a shame that some people think just waking up alive is something to be proud of; unless you're dying of something, well then, get up and clap ur hands, stomp your feet when you get outta bed, otherwise you need to evaluate your life and look at making some positive changes.&lt;br /&gt;
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After my many tumbles and losses I've found some direction and continue to seek a brighter shining light for my other paths.&amp;nbsp; Yes I have more than one.&amp;nbsp; The brightest one is the one that my new love gives me.&amp;nbsp; Yea as corny as the life skeptic i am, love does light the way and she is my sun at high noon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Where will my life end up in the new year?*&amp;nbsp; Hopefully with kids, new career path and a love stronger than I've ever known.&amp;nbsp; The thing is I don't fear it, sure I worry, but who doesn't worry about the future when you have the option to give yourself one.&lt;br /&gt;
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BSoM&lt;br /&gt;
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*Written in Dec 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968836963081424813-1539542415782101625?l=bronxstateofmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just left my company party; since it's a small firm the party is small and held later past December.&amp;nbsp; It's weird how my whole body acts when filled with at least 3 very strong drinks, food and god knows what else, I'm bumpin' my music ridin the 5 train and my mind is numb, racing and just.....what I would normally be, but faster, more numb......focused but spread out like if it wasn't me; I would be scatter brained with incoherinent thought.&amp;nbsp; I must admit typing this on a palm pre is making this hard.&amp;nbsp; Moving on....the first thing is how alcohol tears down the curtain of reserve you keep for yourself when you are sober, everyone knows this.&amp;nbsp; Mind you I'm not a sloppy drunk just an honest one.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm loving how I'm feeling right now since I don't do this everyday, while late at night traveling the trains telling the teenage kid I don't want chocolates he's selling late at night on the nyc train cuz he's trying to stay out of trouble while I think he should be in bed kissed by his parents, while he wakes in his dream world of how his imagination shoud show him how his future should welcome him with something wonderful rather than awake in a world of pain and disapointment.&lt;br /&gt;
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The life I feel is limiting me, can be heaven to someone else; how uneven is that shit??&lt;br /&gt;
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Transferring to the 6 right now @ 125th Street watching the late night workers going home, watching the slags staying warm till the new sun of the new day comes.....seeing the love between two hearts trying to beat to the stress pressure that is this city; love is the rare element that few are enriched with.&lt;br /&gt;
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Almost home, I'm in my home, the BX on the trusty, rusty 6.&amp;nbsp; Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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The Beast inside is loose and he loves what he sees, no more battles with Sister Love he was created to fight, only self imposed walls of segregation his creator erected to keep Fear satisfied, the beast knows for his life to have any meaning he must destroy theses walls, protect his older siblings and force his creator to enjoy life once more.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brother Creativity shows him the many ways of turning nothing into something.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brother Focus keeps him on his path for his new mission.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sister Love forgives him, comforts him and lets him know his mission is to create something from the anger that created him that will stand the test of time. &lt;br /&gt;
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Brother Wisdom whispers with power in his ear...break bread and enjoy the company of your brothers and sister for your creator will need each and all strengths ready to take on the trials life puts him through.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brother Fear watches and wonders what will become of him; the walls will soon come down. Will he be forgotten once victories are won and progress is made and their creator is happy and wants more of life? But no....Fear knows he will always be needed; he is one of the driving forces of change in his creator.&amp;nbsp; He knows without him the spark of will power will never appear for his all important creator to move to that next step instead of being comfortable in the position he is in and shrink into obscurity.&amp;nbsp; He knows he cannot break his creator, only strengthen him to face life and all its wonders and tragedies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Along with the rest of his family the Beast knows his role now and it's time to blaze a path so bright that it will make his creator proud.&lt;br /&gt;
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I moved on from my last music post and dusted off a nice album that I would recommend to those who may have heard of him, but never got around to listening to his music let alone this wonderful album.&lt;br /&gt;
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Damian Marley - Welcome To Jamrock&lt;br /&gt;
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I highly recommend giving this a listen if you haven't or revisit it and make sure you have your speakers on high when jamming out to this wonderful album which (I believe, not sure) spawned the upcoming anticipated album Distant Relatives with Damian and Nas which i will be looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mind you, I have like over ten thousand songs on my drive that I collected over the years and its hard to zero in on good music that encompasses the whole album and this is one such album; others I would consider in this category would be (in no such order):&lt;br /&gt;
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Maxwell - Urban Hangout Suite&lt;br /&gt;
Pharoahe Monch - Internal Affairs&lt;br /&gt;
Soundbombing Volume 2 (Fucking Amazing Album!)&lt;br /&gt;
DJ Honda - HII (Love the track "Travellin' Man - Mos Def)&lt;br /&gt;
99% Of Big Pun's stuff (Check previous post as to why)&lt;br /&gt;
A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauder&lt;br /&gt;
Biggie - Ready To Die&lt;br /&gt;
Linkin Park - Hybrid Theory&lt;br /&gt;
KRS-One - Return Of The BoomBap&lt;br /&gt;
Joell Ortiz - The Bodega Chronicles&lt;br /&gt;
Wyclef Jean - Presents The Carnival &lt;br /&gt;
90% of Nirvana's Catalog (great music for my high school days)&lt;br /&gt;
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I know; I KNOW there are other great ones out there and I know I'm leaving some personal ones out due to the fact I'm trying to get my thoughts together before I get distracted again and don't post for a while.&amp;nbsp; Mind you I don't have a musical background nor do I write for a music magazine, these are my PERSONAL choices, but always open to recommendations.&lt;br /&gt;
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Good lord, after 31 years on this rock spinning through space i'm learning how to drive a fucking car.&amp;nbsp; This is only pathetic if i didn't live in this wonderful city with 24/7 transit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every now and then I have gotten behind the wheel for a very short amount of time, nothing that would really leave an imprint or have me walking away with something learned and wanting to get behind again.&amp;nbsp; Nor have I had friends or family with cars that have the time or trust to teach me.&amp;nbsp; I let it go since it seems like I wasn't going to be transplanted to a place where I needed to learn or it would be miles and miles of walking and waiting for buses that never seem to come.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speed up to now and with the patience to teach, my girlfriend is teaching me how to drive her car.&amp;nbsp; Granted she was hesitant since I let my Learners Permit to lapse and had to get an regular state ID, but after I scored my permit a while back she feels a bit relieved and is pushing me (hard) to get my license.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right now its great.&amp;nbsp; I can navigate the regular streets really well even tho she laughs that sometime I drive like and old lady...........it might be the fact that i'm in a half ton semi-sports car with two lives depending on how careful I drive to make sure we don't end up in the emergency room because someone learning to drive got to comfortable behind the wheel of a car.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are only a few things I can't stand about the whole driving experience......&lt;br /&gt;
1. Asshole aggressive drivers.....now my girl is an aggressive driver (not the asshole type), but when it's time to let people merge into a lane and being a respectful driver she does all that very well; but those few who just terrorize people because they have to hurry up to a place where it doesn't matter what time they get there......just asshole'ish behavior that shouldn't be tolerated cuz they put their own and other peoples life at risk.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Highways&lt;br /&gt;
It might just be I have to get use to the high speed and constant attention that's needed to travel the highways of NYC; its nerve racking to someone who is starting to learn; so you know at like 6am on the weekend is the only time i'm learning on the highways for now.&amp;nbsp; Although there are exceptions, like when we went to get our new dog a year ago......we traveled so far i think we were like an hour from the Canadian border; we had to switch off so she could get some rest.....coming back was no fun because it was cold, but not cold enough for snow so it rained HEAVY; that was my first highway experience and i think i did well, but it left me....cautious.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over all i'm getting use to it and can't wait to be a constant driver and someone that doesn't give it a second thought, but is always careful cuz not many people walk away from a crash and if you do sometimes you painfully limp your whole life all from just one hurtful event in your whole entire life............Drive Safe Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I saw you, that is to say  I seen you...in my rear view,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;My only mission I have now is to surpass you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Surpass  the levels of pain you fed me on the daily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The guilt trips to nowhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;But out  of a wall of tears flows a new man with a lovely plan to live the life I dream  with a new fam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A better love that gives me hope with each pump of blood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The  heart is stronger now this time around, to see through the cover of the silent  demon you kept hidden away, you know the one who took the reigns during our battles after the real you ran  away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Prelude,Verdana,san-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Unable to stand on the sand you called your solid foundation, I built a new  home you're never welcomed in, our last chapter of life together is done, call it revelations.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;First was:&lt;br /&gt;
"Never kiss anyone's  ass"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QDCshAPgoKI/Sw1mMPDBjmI/AAAAAAAAASE/a99jLXJg0Zc/s1600/www_Sticker_Tk_kiss_my_ass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QDCshAPgoKI/Sw1mMPDBjmI/AAAAAAAAASE/a99jLXJg0Zc/s400/www_Sticker_Tk_kiss_my_ass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;This one is one of the rare things I learned from  my father when he was around to raise me.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong he wasn't a bad  father, but to compared the life I had with him as a true father/son  relationship it falls way short.&amp;nbsp; He told me this one day and it really stuck; I  guess back in his day when things were much rougher for minorities he didn't  want me to do what he might have done to keep a job.&amp;nbsp; Sure my family can be  considered to some to be lucky (who think in that way) just cuz we're light  skinned Puerto Rican's with "good hair" (which I find idiotic in this day and  age; small minds make for small thoughts).........but consider the day and age.&amp;nbsp; My dad lived the active part of his life which was the 70's to the early 90's.&amp;nbsp;  All we were considered was the non-threatening looking people from the ghetto  they could work with, but kept at arm's length.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;He use to work at a supermarket around Pelham  Parkway up in the BX; i guess as a way of showing me what hard work can be, earn  some change and in a weird way to spend some time with me he let me pack bags at  the registers, yes this was my first job, lol.&amp;nbsp; Aside from trying to fuck every piece of pussy in that place  (which i think he did) i saw his interactions with his higher ups whom he worked  his ass off for.&amp;nbsp; They basically made him the guy to run the store while they  were his overseers....but of course not making the same money as they were.&amp;nbsp;  This enforced that jewel he dropped on me and while i will never kiss anyone's  ass, i do extend a curtain respect that people in general deserve. If they fuck  that up?&amp;nbsp; Well, respect is easily taken as it was given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Next:&lt;br /&gt;
"Sometimes It's Good To Be A LITTLE Selfish"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDCshAPgoKI/Sw1mVbd7SRI/AAAAAAAAASM/nknkoVUo6ZE/s1600/selfish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDCshAPgoKI/Sw1mVbd7SRI/AAAAAAAAASM/nknkoVUo6ZE/s400/selfish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;This one i kinda developed on my own; not because I'm a selfish bastard  or anything (but piss me off or rub me the wrong way and i can be).&amp;nbsp; It came  about, i believe, when i was giving someone advice who felt like they were doing  their best to keep their head above water; they felt people were pulling them  down.&amp;nbsp; They didn't want to NOT help people, but they didn't want to be taken down  with them making it a loss for all involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;I basically told them "why would you hurt yourself so bad that you  cant/wont help anyone in the future for this person".&amp;nbsp; Face it a lot of people  we know can be takers if all you are is a giver.&amp;nbsp; Now this is not me saying not  to help anyone, but even Jesus said "get your ass up and learn to fish cuz I'm  not gonna be serving you every time you tell me you're hungry!!!"&amp;nbsp; Y'all bible thumpers know the quote I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;If you're strong enough to help someone then who would stop you?&amp;nbsp; But if  you're running on fumes try not to hurt your life to help someone cuz then it  will be two people that lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Another:&lt;br /&gt;
"Learning From Your Mistakes Is Smart, But Learning from Others  Mistakes Is Wise"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDCshAPgoKI/Sw1mexXpfII/AAAAAAAAASU/LY4vkZC26xw/s1600/jk_mistakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDCshAPgoKI/Sw1mexXpfII/AAAAAAAAASU/LY4vkZC26xw/s400/jk_mistakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is a Chinese Proverb that i picked up in High School  and really never left my head.&amp;nbsp; I like it cuz it straight to the point and  letting you know other people go through shit everyday; keep your eyes and  ears open so if you have a chance to learn from what they been through you're a  few steps ahead of this game called life (and NO not that funky board  game).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Another:&lt;br /&gt;
A Jack Of All Trades Is A Master Of None"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDCshAPgoKI/Sw1mkRh989I/AAAAAAAAASc/Y_FbVNJjYsM/s1600/Jack_of_all_trades.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDCshAPgoKI/Sw1mkRh989I/AAAAAAAAASc/Y_FbVNJjYsM/s400/Jack_of_all_trades.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This one kinda  floored me when i read it in an article somewhere.&amp;nbsp; And its kinda true; i would  kinda consider myself a light jack of all trades, but as soon as i read the end  of this quote it felt all too real.&amp;nbsp; Aside from being a Paralegal, I'm not  really a master of anything i do well.&amp;nbsp; I know computers....up to a point; i  love science and learning about it, but never followed that field.&amp;nbsp; I'm  extremely organized person that can keep track of my stuff that i organize, yet  i wonder why i never ended up in the career field of Logistics.&amp;nbsp; I doubt at my  age there are many "missed opportunities", but if i don't want to miss out then  i need to see what i can become a master at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;And so should you.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;BSoM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess from time to time when I find some interesting music I will post my opinion about it; such as the Travis Barker remix of Forever a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The last FULL album i was rocking was that Slaughterhouse CD and that is PURE LYRICAL FIRE.&lt;br /&gt;
GET. IT. NOW.&amp;nbsp; Especially if you are a hip hop lyrical head.&amp;nbsp; Your walls will bleed when you blast that at home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right now what is making me deaf for the past few weeks since its release is Lil Wayne's No Ceiling Mixtape; now i know there are a bunch of people who couldnt give a fuck about him and thats cool; he's not my favorite, but he does rise above most who just rap about the same thing over and over and over again; I do enjoy his twist and style.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ignorant side of me likes it a lot, but the side of me that acutally uses brain power sees it as a good listen, but since a free mixtape with him spitting with no apparent structure as he would for an album it lacks a path for someone to follow when listening to a story.&amp;nbsp; Well except for songs that are geared towards women and his ability to be a playa and handle his chicks; he's kinda on point with those songs alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The beat jacking he does is cool and he picked some hot tracks to jack.&amp;nbsp; My fav's are Wasted, Banned from TV and Run This Town; honorable mention is I Gotta Feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing about him releasing this album for free to his fans is that most the songs (again) lacks a story line and just filled with punchline after punchline and over the top word play.&amp;nbsp; He's basically saying the things he's saying to say them cuz he thinks they are hot, but i have to agree most of it is hot if that's the sort of thing you are into when you listen to music like this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of 10 i would give this a 7.5; it's a good listen and a nice change from the songs that these beats belong to that play on the radio a hundred times a day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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SPREAD THE WORD KIDS.....DONT BE SELFISH &lt;b&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/b&gt; NEEDS TO KNOW HE DOES THIS. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Travis Barker is the man on the drums and has done something that is simply amazing.&amp;nbsp; Through his skills he is able to remix songs with his own amazing drum tracks that even if you shun all forms of music except Hip-Hop he makes you bang your head until its damn near READY TO FALL OFF.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His remixes of Soulija Boy's - Crank Dat, Busta Rhymes - Dont Touch Me Now and a bunch of others is nothing short of jaw dropping amazing.&amp;nbsp; He even blesses us with video of the making of his personal remix which shows you the purness of his genius.&amp;nbsp; I listen to this so loud and so often my ears hurt. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shout out to the cave man who grabbed two stick and started banging on dried anamial skin becuase if he didnt we wouldnt have this.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hardcore shit that will never stink. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BSoM&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
P.S. He KILLED it during the Wayne verse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
News Article:&lt;br /&gt;
http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1626034/20091111/barker__travis.jhtml&lt;br /&gt;
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Download Song:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;You know what.....fuck Jared, fuck him in his skinny ass with one of his foot long Subway sandwiches with extra chipotle sauce.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forget it, leave his ass alone......i was just mad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started playing the subway scrabble game so i basically upped my intake of their food in hopes of winning something nice; considering some of my luck recently i decided to give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Closest i've gotten were two instant prizes for a gaming site that is tied into the promotions; also all i need is the letter S to win an island vacation; now being i just came back from a cruise for my birthday week i really wouldn't mind heading out again to someplace nice! (more on the cruise later, work has me crazy busy)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems like i wont really get anything out of this except the turds i'm leaving in the toilet........My loss can be some what your gain; i got a ton of those promo 20% discount codes for Champs Sports.......and i dont really shop with them for sporting goods so i might as well hit you guys up with it, if ya need to shave off a few dolla bills from that online order.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Use at www.champssports.com&lt;br /&gt;
20% discount on all orders; dont know if you can use more than one at one time&lt;br /&gt;
(most likely you can't) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Redeem by 12/31/2009&lt;br /&gt;
(can't use past that date, for the dummies that dont know what REDEEM means)&lt;br /&gt;
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For some reason it has Cashier Code on the tickets, its: 72920&lt;br /&gt;
(same for all, doubt if you'll need it) &lt;br /&gt;
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1. NSKH-JWTW-DBQJ&lt;br /&gt;
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2. BFZQ-BSZX-RCSJ&lt;br /&gt;
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3. FTXV-TQQQ-RXSL&lt;br /&gt;
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4. JHKR-FLFK-MFTD&lt;br /&gt;
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5. JJKL-SZLS-MZND&lt;br /&gt;
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6. ZSMH-RRXF-JVNS&lt;br /&gt;
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7. KCZK-QJCL-TCVQ&lt;br /&gt;
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8. QNPV-LMJJ-QLWX&lt;br /&gt;
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9. HVDN-LBDR-SCDR&lt;br /&gt;
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Get'em while their hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm back! I got some shit to post; some good, some bad and God knows what else that oozes the fuck outta my head; as random as my thoughts are....anything can be written.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To all those that waited just to see the ideas of someone that might offer insight or just to hate and call me plain crazy, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My life is still focused on my love that has my heart and dealing with the shit heads i have to face day in &amp;amp; out; i just know i gotta post up which helps hit the release valve on my brain box.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right now i can't wait to get home, spend time with my girl and watch the season finale of True Blood; they really stepped their shit up this season.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But watching out of shape people with black eyeballs gyrating in pudding filled piles of human skin on the floor in public is not an erection giver.&amp;nbsp; Also who the fuck gets the nickname EGGS.......you'd think he'd have a farting problem.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Peace, One Love, and I Love Titties (like it or not sharing is caring!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BSoM&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
P.S.&amp;nbsp; Feels good to write again :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm also what you might call a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never Ending Problem Solver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;by which any question or situation that is presented to me I do my best to solve it or work around it if I can't punch  through it&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;.  It's a lot to process every waking hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind doesn't rest, but it stalls the way I function.  By that I mean the way you think is not dictated by the clock on the wall.  I'll be the first to admit I can be a slow person when something is not a rush; plenty of people can testify a little to loud to this too, lol.  Most of that is due to me being stuck in my own head on whatever thought occupies me at the time; by the time I notice I've wasted daylight and god forbid wasted mine or someone else time.  Which can make me feel bad......slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda bad since being like this slows me down, but I walk away with new things in my mind that might help me or someone else since I believe helping people any way you can brings positivity to you; just dont hurt yourself to much to help someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I like, but kinda has me worried is a lot of my creativity comes out if i'm working with someone; that back and forth can be great and spawns wonderful ideas, but me with my never ending self-questioning asks "can I bring that out of myself alone?".  Time will tell if I can find an answer to that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BSoM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968836963081424813-1774025469028848130?l=bronxstateofmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess it's that part of my nature that questions everything.  Or that little voice in the back of my head that always says "are you sure".&lt;br /&gt;
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Trust issues can spawn this; believe me I had MAJOR trust issues (keyword HAD); but as always you have to learn from it.  Or it will eat you from the ass up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Trust your instincts and beat the snakes from the grass.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I'm not that hooked to TV that I freaked out about it; as you know I download a lot of the shows I love so that helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't miss anything other than NY1 for my morning viewing while I'm getting dressed and my general CNN/DISC/FOOD and other channels for general and knowledge viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also gave me time to think how bad I was hooked on TV.  I would watch shows over and over again that I've seen years ago (or semi-recently) and it amazed me that this is what would consume (maybe) 4 or more hours of my evening after I got home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV really puts you in a headlock and doesn't let you go.  This made me put the mirror in front of myself for some self-refection...........I don't give myself much to do at home.  Sure I clean my apartment, play with my dog, work on my computer........but those I do by default day in/out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mists of giving myself some project and keeping myself from constantly watching TV just to watch it.  It slows me down, get me mentally and physically exhausted, but what's worse is I do like many people and have bullshit playing on the TV just to have it as background noise and I'm not even focused on what's being shown while I do my day to day work around the house.  I see this as a very bad sign.  This is why now I'm putting my massive music collection to work, but I need a better sound system (which I'm working on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people do need distractions cuz their mad stressed.  You do not want to stop and think cuz of your problems and issues start to creep in; people need to just think, imagine and stretch the boundaries of your thinking without something (like TV) nipping at the edge of your ear taking your full attention from yourself, your mental energy or ability to think beyond what's fed to you by outside sources which aren't 100% reliable.  Once you notice this you'll see that most of the things you think of and come up with are just things you heard from TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted I was forced to do this, but give yourself a break from TV every now and then; you gotta exercise your mind and see what kinda thinker you are.  It takes practice and focus, but you'll be proud you did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BSoM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968836963081424813-361278443113841524?l=bronxstateofmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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