<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061</id><updated>2012-02-01T18:41:59.435-08:00</updated><category term='creativity'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='arts'/><category term='theonlyonescrew'/><category term='stikfiga'/><category term='So Sensitive'/><category term='growth'/><category term='men'/><category term='music'/><category term='self'/><category term='http://bendmeover.tumblr.com/page/7'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Fuck every body'/><category term='love'/><category term='beef'/><category term='adullessence'/><category term='time'/><title type='text'>Paradise Lost</title><subtitle type='html'>A dedication to the Times</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-1402319163704240310</id><published>2011-12-06T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:42:50.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><title type='text'>Big man/Little man.</title><summary type='text'>Ok so....... where to begin?I have issues with masculinity.  Mostly because I'm still a skinny dude.I traded the athletic days of my youth for books, music, and conversation.  Still I have managed to stay in pretty good shape through the years.  I don't look like the old man I am on the inside, haha (knee slapper).Manhood is one of those things ya know.  My father was a very manly guy, even to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/1402319163704240310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=1402319163704240310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/1402319163704240310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/1402319163704240310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/12/big-manlittle-man.html' title='Big man/Little man.'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KrkMpLLHNw0/Tt58u4aD_wI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Z4IMiZJO3zs/s72-c/Fotolia_BigMan_LittleMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-6580974551414104285</id><published>2011-11-30T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T20:25:19.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection Eternal</title><summary type='text'>Growing up, I reveled in my youth.  All of it's emotion, feelings, flavors, colors, and places.Walked in the bitter cold woods of (Cold war) West Germany and enjoyed hot cocoa at the end of the trek in laughter amongst my friends. In Georgia I hiked through woods along the Chattahoochee River, chopping down trees, and fishing.  Played baseball, football, and ran track.I have dined in the streets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/6580974551414104285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=6580974551414104285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/6580974551414104285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/6580974551414104285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/11/reflection-eternal.html' title='Reflection Eternal'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGPW2N1SBJY/TtcAyC8_4dI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gZSm75G5ZNY/s72-c/DSC_0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-7215258183653149181</id><published>2011-11-28T09:55:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T01:53:36.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Window</title><summary type='text'>The list is few, but in Love I go hard.  I must admit though that as picky as I am, I did not know toward what purpose that was.  Maybe because I chose wrong.And in one case, though I don't usually think this way, I may have chosen higher than my station in life.But I loved her.I still do.A Decade has not changed that.I call her my Heart, proposed to her before any man, and was put putty in her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/7215258183653149181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=7215258183653149181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/7215258183653149181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/7215258183653149181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/11/window.html' title='A Window'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqorpVp38hI/TtPXCMMognI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UxlJ0rYe724/s72-c/DSC_0269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-1043074613903565121</id><published>2011-11-09T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:25:12.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Jogger</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder what dreams are made of.If nothing more than a desire.A place your mind goes that the physical self cannot follow, for it's own shelter.Because a mind needs sleep, the body does not.    These vivid dreams of pure imagination have left me wanting at times.  I recall a book I read, "The Alchemist" by Paulo Choelo, and I wonder if this world is trying to tell me something I do not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/1043074613903565121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=1043074613903565121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/1043074613903565121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/1043074613903565121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/11/mind-jogger.html' title='Mind Jogger'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5zjAPfBoq98/TrrhGAlYWMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fcqwkmGOHQE/s72-c/DSC_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-6907456052211712389</id><published>2011-11-08T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:35:41.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUT UP!  S.T.F.U.!!</title><summary type='text'>1. UniqueBlogs:  when ppl say  things about the government that makes no sense i want to tell them to stfu2. me:  When people talk during moves too much i wanna tell them to stfu3.  UniqueBlogs:  when ppl say stupid hypotheticals  i want to tell them to stfu lol4. me:  When people ask me for help then try to tell me how to do it, I want to tell them to stfu5. UniqueBlogs:  when ppl ask me for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/6907456052211712389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=6907456052211712389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/6907456052211712389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/6907456052211712389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/11/shut-up-stfu.html' title='SHUT UP!  S.T.F.U.!!'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--aXnfp5g3pg/Trl42Wz8h2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/LQVYW0Q9Exs/s72-c/shut-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-2989236566241489193</id><published>2011-11-07T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:42:03.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sensitive</title><summary type='text'>Niggaz is so sensitive these days man.I say things to women I'm cool with and I must say, "thank you ladies, you deal with a lot" especially from my ass, but these niggaz you be around are so damn sensitive.I mean MY GOd, why do these niggaz fly off the handle about WHAtever?!I told a female I had sex with that I was in love with someone else, and she would most likely never be that person.  She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/2989236566241489193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=2989236566241489193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/2989236566241489193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/2989236566241489193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-sensitive.html' title='So Sensitive'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYuVvbriUnQ/TrgyogmDi0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/OqQPfH4-qdE/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-7973623067513905595</id><published>2011-10-08T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T23:29:17.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Notice.</title><summary type='text'>I may becoming to a close on this blog.  I can't really be sure.Apparently most of my writing super powers have been spent.  Also, to be quite honest, I was so much better at this when I was an egotistical asshole...... oh well.My arrogance and selfishness were actually a creative drive that I still to this day think I needed at the time.  My "attitude" really help me take it where I wanted it to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/7973623067513905595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=7973623067513905595' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/7973623067513905595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/7973623067513905595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-notice.html' title='On Notice.'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LUtwAfYAzOQ/TpE99W5hepI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AJpC6sHDomw/s72-c/come%252Bon%252Bnigga%252Bget%252Byour%252Bshit%252Btogether_6d430b_1250286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-3493104593878483519</id><published>2011-10-03T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:54:36.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driftwood</title><summary type='text'>I'm just floating right now man.  8 track press play shit.  No real direction, just coasting in the mainstream.Ya know.  I made a lot of bad decisions the last four years.  I think I am just gonna hit cruise on this next one and chill the fuck out.  So anyway.I'm good, the foods good, those women over there are pretty, and I like this car.  I don't want no trouble from you all man, I'm just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/3493104593878483519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=3493104593878483519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/3493104593878483519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/3493104593878483519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/10/driftwood.html' title='Driftwood'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6db3u_64so/ToqsENdMAWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LbZHRp-NsRQ/s72-c/DSC_0357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-6219600012544920696</id><published>2011-05-22T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T10:35:03.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strickly 4 my Niggaz</title><summary type='text'>I've changed, haha. Yall niggaz kill me...... I've changed.It's not that I've changed, but it's funny how all yall rearranged, when I found game.This is a rant.I told you I loved you.  In my heart I know it is truth.  What kind of love that is I don't really know, but the years have passed and it remains constant in one fashion or another.  And then I told you (again you could say) after ten </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/6219600012544920696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=6219600012544920696' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/6219600012544920696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/6219600012544920696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/05/strickly-4-my-niggaz.html' title='Strickly 4 my Niggaz'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ2aXA4kRcM/TdlHZueAnuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TqB407xDTTM/s72-c/25c92eaea68d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-6587751645994915041</id><published>2011-05-07T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T22:28:53.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Society?</title><summary type='text'>The Good, The bad, The ugly.I am just getting home from a wedding reception of a good friend and/or associate of mine who by topeka standards is for lack of better words a "rich man".I truly must admit that in the midst of car salesman, business owners, lawyers, and insurance agents, (most of whom I met are self employed and quite successful) I do not recommend being amongst these individuals if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/6587751645994915041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=6587751645994915041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/6587751645994915041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/6587751645994915041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/05/high-society.html' title='High Society?'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bflpedPYKhU/TcYqBSIu4JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IUeUKli1u90/s72-c/lifestyles-of-the-rich-and-famous092309-202x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-5837029547979996365</id><published>2011-04-30T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T07:33:27.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch Drunk Love Driver cont.......</title><summary type='text'>




A moment I wish to Remember.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/5837029547979996365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=5837029547979996365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/5837029547979996365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/5837029547979996365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/04/punch-drunk-love-driver-cont.html' title='Punch Drunk Love Driver cont.......'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-4022443170775488407</id><published>2011-04-24T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:55:19.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch Drunk Love Driver</title><summary type='text'>I am a car junky.Here is my track record.I've driven everything from a Mini Cooper to a Platinum Edition Cadillac Escalade.  In the last 10 years I have owned over 20 cars at least.  1 Dodge, 4 Mercedes, 1 Infiniti, 2 Audis, 1 Corvette, 2 Cadillacs, 2 Acuras, 5 BMWs, 2 Lexus, 2 Toyotas, 1 Mini, 1 Jaguar, 2 Fords, 1 Isuzu,and while I'm sure I've left something out.... Finally my1980 Porsche </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/4022443170775488407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=4022443170775488407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/4022443170775488407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/4022443170775488407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/04/punch-drunk-love-driver.html' title='Punch Drunk Love Driver'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag_kvx9oKZU/TbTUUbMuGNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ja4KCKiyP2Y/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-482719737947304269</id><published>2011-04-20T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:06:52.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIANT</title><summary type='text'>"Your WEAK and your a COWARD."That's what she said to me.   Let's proceed.Comments like these just don''t phase me at this moment, in this life.  I know my story, I know what I've been thru.  And I KNOW where you was while I was doing it.   So someone who has known me for now more than half my life decided to put me down in that manner because of a personal beef you have with me that you cannot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/482719737947304269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=482719737947304269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/482719737947304269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/482719737947304269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/04/giant.html' title='GIANT'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isN3mViuNtk/Ta-0bsZgtEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QElav6e6qZc/s72-c/DSC_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-33756628455610512</id><published>2011-04-09T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:25:15.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond the Eye of the Storm</title><summary type='text'>I was never good at relationships.  I could never take the intimacy. I know it brought her so much pain.  While trying to relate to me.  Every year that pasts in our lives adds up to a looooong time.  And I may very well have spent so much time on my own, that I have come to find that it is very difficult for me to deal with a Full Time person in my life.  I do not yet know.  What I do know is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/33756628455610512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=33756628455610512' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/33756628455610512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/33756628455610512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/04/beyond-eye-of-storm.html' title='Beyond the Eye of the Storm'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dD4f4K7vj6k/TaFLwAOVjSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UVLtYQdP9eU/s72-c/DSC_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-3865106107887440651</id><published>2011-01-17T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:38:11.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment</title><summary type='text'>I was going thru my blog the other day and was realizing it's really crazy how it all "worked out".As I put it all together, it's been one hell of a story ya know.I mean it's almost crazy how you can feel like you've been standing in one place the whole time only to find you've actually travelled so far from where you were.Anyway, some where along my travels I feel like I dropped something.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/3865106107887440651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=3865106107887440651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/3865106107887440651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/3865106107887440651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2011/01/moment.html' title='the moment'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/TTUZI3GvYwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uVkuswrxXhU/s72-c/DSC_0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-1448379910094924624</id><published>2010-09-11T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:03:15.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Caesar has No Father, and No Son.</title><summary type='text'>When I was a child I sought the love and companion ship of my father daily.  To me he was someone to look up to and value if not emulate.  My birth was planned, my parents were married, and for the first 15 years of my life he was there.  Yet in so many ways he was not.  I noticed as my sister was born (four years after my birth), that the older we got the less involve and/or capable he was at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/1448379910094924624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=1448379910094924624' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/1448379910094924624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/1448379910094924624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2010/09/caesar-has-no-father-and-no-son.html' title='The Caesar has No Father, and No Son.'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/TIuoGBK8yAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jy8QoNWjjvk/s72-c/black_children_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-9174403372945166606</id><published>2010-07-12T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:14:33.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Stabbers</title><summary type='text'>"Respect is not expected but it's given cause it's real, being neglected is the norm, so expect it."  -DMX-Ya know, it's rough when you try to be real about things, and just say what you feel.  Especially when the people around you are fake.  I've made my mistakes in life and when brought to the light I can access and admit guilt if need be, I even try to better myself from it best I can.  I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/9174403372945166606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=9174403372945166606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/9174403372945166606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/9174403372945166606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-stabbers.html' title='Back Stabbers'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/TDwBr_jyUOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tdI0-xzMaEA/s72-c/backstabbers_by_givre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-6188377692024359855</id><published>2010-05-06T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:46:49.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>All Right, OKay</title><summary type='text'>SoOoOoOo, much insecurity.  Where does it all come from?  I get props man, I mean I really get props on this music stuff, and looking from the 3rd person, I can see why.  I mean it's good stuff man.  REALLY GOOD stuff.  LOL, no this ain't no promo.  There won't be no link to my shit saying "LISTEN TO THIS" and "BUY THAT".  I'm really not into shit like that.  Probably why I'm not where most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/6188377692024359855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=6188377692024359855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/6188377692024359855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/6188377692024359855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-right-okay.html' title='All Right, OKay'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-OpMX2AjDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HBIbTIKfP1k/s72-c/DSC_0417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-7923155253968512297</id><published>2010-03-02T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:22:49.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Drive</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/7923155253968512297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=7923155253968512297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/7923155253968512297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/7923155253968512297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-drive.html' title='Sunday Drive'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S50bXZDH_-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/AL9f5TPoD5s/s72-c/DSC_0521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-5859073863024689694</id><published>2009-11-18T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:07:58.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaced Out</title><summary type='text'>So.  What have I been up to these days???Absolutely NOTHING.  I work, sleep, and eat.  It's like I'm on auto pilot.  Constantly missing Heather and looking forward to our future together.  Sounds corny??  Maybe it does.  So what.  Right??  It's been a journey since I first started writing this blog.  I've definitely had my ups and downs as far as life goes.  Women have come and gone, MONEY, lol </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/5859073863024689694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=5859073863024689694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/5859073863024689694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/5859073863024689694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/11/spaced-out.html' title='Spaced Out'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/SwTux3EfsHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4vX3_rY1LnM/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-4911125707052550520</id><published>2009-10-21T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:02:11.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY MINI</title><summary type='text'>Small? Yes.  Plenty of room for me?  Yes.  Fun to drive??  Incredibly.Not exactly the type of ride you pull up in front of the club in but hey.  I dare to be different.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/4911125707052550520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=4911125707052550520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/4911125707052550520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/4911125707052550520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mini.html' title='MY MINI'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/St9MdtoPAbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sUBFpBWpk9U/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-5458667440819483915</id><published>2009-08-26T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:29:13.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months ago.........</title><summary type='text'>Ok so I'm sitting her today (sick) and I'm wondering in light of my new years resolution to leave Kansas for once and for all.  How bad do you want this bro?  How bad could it be?  Your leaving this place and a relatively good job, to pursue a dream/change of lifestyle so one day you don't wake up 15 years from now wondering why your still living in Topeka.  The problem is I have responsibilities</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/5458667440819483915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=5458667440819483915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/5458667440819483915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/5458667440819483915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-months-ago.html' title='Two Months ago.........'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/SsS658-NXvI/AAAAAAAAADk/HoWTixYK8Tg/s72-c/IMAG0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-5795482360828208801</id><published>2009-07-07T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:32:39.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adullessence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck every body'/><title type='text'>They love to point the Finger!</title><summary type='text'>It's mad funny how everyone is taking shots at my character these days.  Soooo..... I'm a lying, backstabbing, weak ass, selfish, egotistical, arrogant, asshole, fake sonova..... oh hell you fill in the blanks.  Half the people who read this probably have their own negative word to describe me.  I read things.  People tell me things.... I think you are funny.  Especially since these same people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/5795482360828208801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=5795482360828208801' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/5795482360828208801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/5795482360828208801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-love-to-point-finger.html' title='They love to point the Finger!'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/SlQgHNezIgI/AAAAAAAAADc/JTJb7E4eD0E/s72-c/tupac-fingers-4900924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-8973101657484953914</id><published>2009-06-16T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:23:25.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theonlyonescrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stikfiga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adullessence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beef'/><title type='text'>TransFormers</title><summary type='text'>"More than meets thee eye"I didn't want to do this, but I fell like I need to in hopes of protecting my integrity as a friend, as an emcee, and most of all as the man I claim to be.If you don't know the history I've kicked it and ran ryhmes with Kansas City's beloved John "StikFiga" Westbrook for about 10 years now.  And our true professional attempts at Hip-Hop have existed since we resurrected </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/8973101657484953914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=8973101657484953914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/8973101657484953914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/8973101657484953914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers.html' title='TransFormers'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/SjfjIu2is_I/AAAAAAAAADU/Z3e7IJSGpO4/s72-c/CSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-924400718222185362</id><published>2009-05-11T01:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:46:39.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Devil........</title><summary type='text'>You are The DevilMateriality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/924400718222185362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=924400718222185362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/924400718222185362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/924400718222185362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-devil.html' title='I am the Devil........'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-1346148362550658585</id><published>2009-04-28T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:42:15.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever</title><summary type='text'>It's just human. We all have the jungle inside of us. We all have wants and needs and desires, strange as they may seem. If you stop to think about it, we're all pretty creative, cooking up all these fantasies. it's like a kind of poetry."Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider"       Shit this is sooooo true.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/1346148362550658585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=1346148362550658585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/1346148362550658585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/1346148362550658585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/04/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/Sfe-gVyL3BI/AAAAAAAAADM/seKUi2k-VtM/s72-c/7tgPpTciHhkyb5vhYSiBkyxFo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-5282035835090857502</id><published>2009-04-26T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:41:30.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://bendmeover.tumblr.com/page/7'/><title type='text'>Lip Service</title><summary type='text'>But seduction isn’t making someone do what they don’t want to do. Seduction is enticing someone into doing what they secretly want to do already."Waiter Rant"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/5282035835090857502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=5282035835090857502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/5282035835090857502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/5282035835090857502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/04/lip-service.html' title='Lip Service'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/SfTF9KYXl7I/AAAAAAAAADE/fV1GgDeTIzA/s72-c/7tgPpTciHlzg2eosd7HiiIhvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-569042187262159585</id><published>2009-04-09T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:17:40.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loud quiet</title><summary type='text'>Ok, lets talk about trust.  This blow is severe, a critical hit.  This IS me on the ropes after someone I consider close slipped me a mickey, patted me on the back and sent me into an arena with wolves.  And it's amazing right now that I'm not panicked or angry.In posts before I've stated that I was on my way to something horrible in my life, which could be at this moment why I'm so calm.I share </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/569042187262159585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=569042187262159585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/569042187262159585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/569042187262159585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/04/loud-quiet.html' title='The Loud quiet'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/Sd4LIPCdsJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/npUK2KugH-U/s72-c/now+what.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-3713630406757280242</id><published>2009-04-04T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:38:58.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Mouth?</title><summary type='text'>Ok, Ok, if only I could count the many times I should've just Shut the Fuck up.  Now that it comes to mind there are a few times when I told a female I loved them (because i did)..........bad move.  Then again there are times when I didn't like a girl and told them that...... again not a good move.Still for the most part I get caught up in embarrassing, even awkward situations just for saying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/3713630406757280242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=3713630406757280242' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/3713630406757280242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/3713630406757280242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/04/got-mouth.html' title='Got Mouth?'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/Sdg5K0UIKWI/AAAAAAAAACs/ogQrNO1_r-4/s72-c/shut-the-fuck-up.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-8194532268963871234</id><published>2009-03-31T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:32:59.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEUCES</title><summary type='text'>Sup yall?  Well, for those who care, The OnLyONes CRew is no more.  Yup, we fucked it up this morning.  And not even enough drama to make a movie over.  I'm good though, I mean I had prep time.  Knew this was coming.  I see alot more change for the future, but I'm gonna put my best foot forward and feel good about it.  I can leave Topeka now, but where do I wanna go.  Lets see, we have Virginia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/8194532268963871234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=8194532268963871234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/8194532268963871234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/8194532268963871234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/03/deuces.html' title='DEUCES'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/SdLaC2IAlzI/AAAAAAAAACk/8y_s004eQ7o/s72-c/CSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-6083531373736133693</id><published>2009-03-21T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:06:20.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><summary type='text'>Greg Enemy at the Granada this past wednesday night. You LIKE??????I'm taking photos now thanx to the influence of someone quite close to me.  And I love it.  While I would love to have some women to shoot, I've yet to find a candidate.  Still I know it will take some time to be taken seriously. Other than my equipment, I'm still just a guy taking pictures with a camera.   I'm shooting with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/6083531373736133693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=6083531373736133693' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/6083531373736133693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/6083531373736133693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/03/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/ScW0MOwCnhI/AAAAAAAAACc/Dn2GZUDQI3s/s72-c/DSC_0506_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-4953348924063034631</id><published>2009-03-18T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:47:31.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Snack</title><summary type='text'>You ever wake up in the middle of the night and your brain is just blowing thru information like a rabbit on speed?   I have.  Most recently as a matter of fact.  Because I'm kinda pissed.  And I really wanna get my hands on cupid so I can kick his ass.  Ya know, I mostly hold back from the things I want to say because although I don't get the kind of traffic I used to on this blog.  I know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/4953348924063034631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=4953348924063034631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/4953348924063034631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/4953348924063034631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/03/midnight-snack.html' title='Midnight Snack'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/ScGJfPtUzgI/AAAAAAAAACU/kcFaVxu0_Kc/s72-c/DSC_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-2380253788449848038</id><published>2009-03-14T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:11:53.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look into my eyes.  Or just read the following.</title><summary type='text'>Ok........So I"m 30 now...................WoW.Come so far.  And still I have so far to go............I can't help but wonder what's next.  I don't think I've peaked yet.  Na......I'm definitely still on the climb.  I know someone is gonna have something to say about it but.......I can't believe I'm still Single.And I still wonder if I always will be.  I wonder.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/2380253788449848038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=2380253788449848038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/2380253788449848038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/2380253788449848038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-into-my-eyes-or-just-read.html' title='Look into my eyes.  Or just read the following.'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/SbynA6GNLLI/AAAAAAAAABo/pjF8mfg4iLM/s72-c/DSC_0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-2329558840652911059</id><published>2009-03-09T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:08:17.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Collage  (A Novelty)</title><summary type='text'>No one will understand this.The Speed Of Sound plays in my background.  I Run my fingers through my head as if it is a new beginning and wish for another moment to drown out the voices in my head.  How did it all begin, I want to understand.  Close your eyes and take a deep breath.  Inhale this world.  Smile.I don't want to puzzle the pieces of the unfortunate.  I just want to leave them where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/2329558840652911059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=2329558840652911059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/2329558840652911059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/2329558840652911059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-collage-novelty.html' title='Feeling Collage  (A Novelty)'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/SbX_41SK-wI/AAAAAAAAABg/XXhrRj4RsuI/s72-c/l_91370e030a1ea67f44b1d1b227671a4f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-7124694339401202028</id><published>2009-01-22T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:46:50.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMn......</title><summary type='text'>I know now that I need to leave this place.  I'm not from here and it's draining me.  I worry about my path in life if I continue it in the state of Kansas.  I'd almost forgotten how weird this place is since I first got here.  I think I've been engulfed in it.  I've manage in my daily affairs to loose more friends early in the year.   It has become customary for me to loose friends here.....lol,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/7124694339401202028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=7124694339401202028' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/7124694339401202028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/7124694339401202028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn.html' title='DAMn......'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/SXjBFIfWtxI/AAAAAAAAABY/n3VTkXlEh-E/s72-c/img-hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-1886531671599251912</id><published>2008-12-29T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:13:10.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love</title><summary type='text'> Everyone Has That Favorite Artist.  For me, no one came closer than Tupac Shakur.  When I first saw him in Juice I was like "Fuck Bishop" lol, and "Brenda's gotta baby" was just too depressing for me as a 12 year old.  I moved to Kansas in 1994 and got into ordering music thru BMG music group.  "STRICKLY FOR MY NIGGAZ" was like an awakening for me.  If you haven't heard this album I suggest you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/1886531671599251912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=1886531671599251912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/1886531671599251912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/1886531671599251912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-love.html' title='For the Love'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/SVnCJ1yAgsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EG4wYYDeb9I/s72-c/tupac_covers05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-1889824073649331648</id><published>2008-09-09T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:09:48.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Mine</title><summary type='text'> So anyway I was chilling wit this Very Attractive female the other day.  And I couldn't help but mentioning a topic that happen to be on my mind.  Now I won't front, I've had my share of pretty women from time to time, but usually when you step to these women they've heard so much shit since they were twelve it's like they're always on "protected by viper, stand back"  mode.  Fellas know what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/1889824073649331648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=1889824073649331648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/1889824073649331648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/1889824073649331648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-anyway-i-was-chilling-wit-this-very.html' title='She&apos;s Mine'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/SMdVjGo8VHI/AAAAAAAAABE/6HXyqJRATog/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-1921658428291814462</id><published>2008-08-09T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:57:07.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comedian</title><summary type='text'> Thank you Bernie Mac.For making me laugh since I was like 12 years old.  I just wanted to take the time on this day of your death to appreciate you as I'm sure we all have, for giving us joy in our lives.  50 years is not an idea length of time most of us want here.  Still, I'd like to take the time to celebrate your 50 years, because I just know you enjoyed them.  God bless you brother.  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/1921658428291814462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=1921658428291814462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/1921658428291814462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/1921658428291814462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2008/08/comedian.html' title='The Comedian'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/SJ4SswdUR_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/_b-Lyv9opek/s72-c/bernie_mac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-4904028096815297913</id><published>2008-08-07T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:09:12.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paradox</title><summary type='text'> My ambition.Production? Check. Lyrics? Check.  Resources, associates, fans? Check.............I'm good?Would you all like to know the paradox of my life?I've almost always been able to accomplish my goals.  Yet with every success and hurdle leaped, I loose out on those in my personal life.  Some thru neglect on my part, and others I have no fucking idea.  But I'm doing good right.  Lately I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/4904028096815297913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=4904028096815297913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/4904028096815297913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/4904028096815297913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2008/08/paradox.html' title='The Paradox'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/SJuAmFcIgpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Cy_8ezZtd9w/s72-c/993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-4008332541767481910</id><published>2008-01-31T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:01:55.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Hope "The Rant"</title><summary type='text'> Success is all around me.  My home, my cars, certain love interests, money and friends.Not to mention the music.  The music which has taken me so long so get heard by those who would listen, and get me away from this simple happy life.I left the studio yesterday and heard what is to come with a jubilation I've never known before hearing my own voice to songs I wrote that take on a life of thier </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/4008332541767481910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=4008332541767481910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/4008332541767481910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/4008332541767481910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2008/01/bleeding-hope-rant.html' title='Bleeding Hope &quot;The Rant&quot;'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/R6JvgthzTFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KeGYqlToZlM/s72-c/deadend_big_f13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-6375131449334098296</id><published>2007-12-19T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:39:50.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So Sensitive'/><title type='text'>Sentimental Sometimes</title><summary type='text'>Later in life I'm sure this post my come back to bite me in the ass.But....  Ever since my bike accident I've been quite weak when watching movies that inspire emotional feedback.  In other words if there is a bad, sad, or good ending of great emotion where I used to point and laugh or talk shit.  Now I just sit there like a bitch while emotion takes over me as I suppress the urge to smile or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/6375131449334098296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=6375131449334098296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/6375131449334098296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/6375131449334098296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2007/12/sentimental-sometimes.html' title='Sentimental Sometimes'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-7851661971373088966</id><published>2007-12-17T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T11:30:57.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty Set Backs, but it's looking up.</title><summary type='text'>New MIxTape out. "Love Potion #9"  Checkit out on my myspace it you haven't already.  The entire download info is on my man LoveJOnes site.Hmmm, anyway I've lost some friends which is typical though I'm not loosing any sleep over it.  Still single by choice and nothing monumental has changed other than I've been writing songs like crazy.  I don't know where it's coming from but it's good.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/7851661971373088966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=7851661971373088966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/7851661971373088966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/7851661971373088966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2007/12/shitty-set-backs-but-its-looking-up.html' title='Shitty Set Backs, but it&apos;s looking up.'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-7401756199404401421</id><published>2007-06-21T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T10:34:22.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R U Still Down?</title><summary type='text'>Okay this was not easy.  I've been granted access to my account once again and so much has transpired since my last post so many months ago.  Seems like a year to me.  My computer is still messed up so I can't go about in my normal fashion which is very disappointing so the nintendo Wii is earning it's keep right now.  Oh yeah thanks, and sorry to those of you who have weathered my vocal rants, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/7401756199404401421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=7401756199404401421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/7401756199404401421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/7401756199404401421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2007/06/r-u-still-down.html' title='R U Still Down?'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-116640828584191223</id><published>2006-12-17T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:18:05.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Two Cents....</title><summary type='text'> Today I went to church and a message was delivered to me that I don't think I can ignore. "Have you let your talents be used in  God's work?"  I've used this page in the past to "show my ass" for the most part,  and have been good at it mind you.  But as of now focus has changed, with a slight twist of course cause I'm twisted.For those of you about "points" the point of my page initially was to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/116640828584191223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=116640828584191223' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116640828584191223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116640828584191223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-two-cents.html' title='My Two Cents....'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-116560600299159334</id><published>2006-12-08T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T14:33:22.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping with the enemy.</title><summary type='text'>/Anthony              FOR THE SECOND TIME i DIDNT TELL BRYSON TO CALL YOU.I ASKED HIM AND HE SAID HE DIDN'T CALL YOU.  I DON'T APPRECIATE YOU RUNNINGTO SHAUNEL'LE WITH ALL YOUR QUESTIONS ABOUT ME OR COMMENTSYOU WANT TO TELL HER ABOUT ME EITHER.               EVERY TIME I TALK TO YOU PROBLEMS GET CAUSED SO I GUESSTHIS IS GOING TO HAVE TO BE A "HI AND BYE" RELATIONSHIP.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/116560600299159334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=116560600299159334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116560600299159334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116560600299159334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/12/sleeping-with-enemy.html' title='Sleeping with the enemy.'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-116511940263395988</id><published>2006-12-02T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:17:52.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS!</title><summary type='text'>Gonna hop around a bit, this one should be more embarrassing for me.Back story is, this was the second girl I ever slept with.  She was kinda popular but anyway.  After knowning each other for about 2 weeks, we had sex, and sex, and sex, and sex.  I thought I was in love, lots of letters went back and forth between us in the year of 98.  Short of the long is she came thru, laid down and went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/116511940263395988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=116511940263395988' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116511940263395988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116511940263395988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/12/oops.html' title='OOPS!'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-116499312566323633</id><published>2006-12-01T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T18:19:51.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First One</title><summary type='text'>Fresh of the plane from the ATL, back in fucking Topeka.  A highschool dropout who came back.  My pursuit for the coveted HS diploma is sidetracked by who else but women.  Incase your wondering I got that diploma though.Sept, 1997/Anthony,             Hey whats up?  I didn't think I'd ever do this and I bet you never thought I would do something this dumb to get your attention.  Justin was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/116499312566323633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=116499312566323633' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116499312566323633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116499312566323633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-one.html' title='First One'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-116476636315595937</id><published>2006-11-28T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T18:12:43.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letters</title><summary type='text'>Ok, well I'm feeling kinda lazy so I came up with this great idea.  The whole "perfect guy, perfect girl" thing bores me so I'm gonna do something else.   I've closed a chapter in my life, and as a result, I'm gonna scribe nearly every letter, love note, hate note, etc.  that I've ever recieved in the past few years for your reading pleasure.  I think it'll be cool, and I hope you enjoy it.  Not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/116476636315595937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=116476636315595937' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116476636315595937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116476636315595937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/11/letters.html' title='The Letters'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-116300670484706876</id><published>2006-11-08T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:52:47.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Perfect</title><summary type='text'>-Song of Solomon "Like a lily among thorny weeds, so is my girl companion among the daughters."-"The Dime"With atleat 20 years of experience in the field I think I can deliver quite an expert opinion on the subject.Physical attibutes are in most matters a must, the apple bottom, full lips, breats arent' really a must but it would be nice to atleast have a handful.  Flat tight stomachs are not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/116300670484706876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=116300670484706876' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116300670484706876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116300670484706876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/11/shes-perfect.html' title='She&apos;s Perfect'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-116261827965323930</id><published>2006-11-03T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:38:12.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck You!!....just one of those days.</title><summary type='text'>Where to be begin.......fuck it.Fuck you to the mother of my son for being such a bitch.Fuck you to that guy at work who said that most black people are lazy.Fuck you to that fat bitch at KFC who dissed me, I wasn't even tryin to holla at you.Fuck you to 2 friends who actually thought I was trying to get with they 2 tired girlfriendslike I really want a niggaz left overs.Fuck you to women who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/116261827965323930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=116261827965323930' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116261827965323930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116261827965323930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/11/fuck-youjust-one-of-those-days.html' title='Fuck You!!....just one of those days.'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-116144793878653555</id><published>2006-10-21T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:56:44.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Anonymous is an Option"</title><summary type='text'>I'm so Focused right now.Hello people, how are you today.Thank you so much for visiting and reading what it is I have to say.By the way, if you comment and don't wanna socialize with me.Anonymous is an option, so use it wisely.In the words of the late Frank White (Biggie) "If ya don't know, now ya know niggaz."  If you come to my site and leave a means of which I can contact you, especially if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/116144793878653555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=116144793878653555' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116144793878653555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116144793878653555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/10/anonymous-is-option.html' title='&quot;Anonymous is an Option&quot;'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-116103997025575171</id><published>2006-10-16T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:06:10.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow Down!</title><summary type='text'> I've often wondered what made a woman stay with a man who completely dominates her.  I've heard the many excuses from the mouths of the beaten.exp."He really loves me", "I wanna keep my kids with the father"(while getting knocked up over and over my the same man who routinely slaps you in the mouth as a hobby), and many, many more.Now, maybe I'm jealous.  I mean I've never to my own knowledge, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/116103997025575171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=116103997025575171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116103997025575171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/116103997025575171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/10/bow-down.html' title='Bow Down!'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-115945957993475183</id><published>2006-09-28T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:14:03.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Was A Man people!!</title><summary type='text'>Change of pace.First of all allow me to say that I consider myself a Christian although I express a certain amount of curiosity and respect for all types of religions.  Lately I've been ranting quite a bit about a certain subject and so far I've been given no support or understanding for the way that I feel.  I'm hoping to change that tide of opposition today.Where to begin.............Ok, as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/115945957993475183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=115945957993475183' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115945957993475183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115945957993475183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/09/jesus-was-man-people.html' title='Jesus Was A Man people!!'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-115816871688256242</id><published>2006-09-13T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T10:31:56.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother and Son</title><summary type='text'> On a serious note real quick.  Anyone who knows me, knows how much of a Tupac fan I am since I was 14 and first heard "Strickly 4 My Niggaz" his second album.  I like the picture he took with his mother the most because it reminds you that regardless of what anyone thinks about Pac he was someones child and I believe, generally a good person.  Today I'm gonna cruise my town playing his music in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/115816871688256242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=115816871688256242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115816871688256242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115816871688256242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/09/mother-and-son.html' title='Mother and Son'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-115787015454757378</id><published>2006-09-09T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:35:54.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Act</title><summary type='text'> The thing I treasured most in life was that this word would not effect me.  For the most part the last 2 and a half years I've manage to no give a fuck about what any woman I was involved with was doing when not with me.  Hell usually I encouraged them to look else where for thier own good.  But now we have a probem.  I'm talking to "her" on the phone now as I write this post and the topic of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/115787015454757378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=115787015454757378' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115787015454757378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115787015454757378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/09/act.html' title='The Act'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-115687080135320552</id><published>2006-08-29T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T10:05:27.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Full</title><summary type='text'>New Crew, New Shoes, New Cars, New Ways to Move.I like my new friends, and I'm not gonna even say "so far", I'm just gonna take it like it is right now.  It may be gay so say but hey, "they really make me happy."  I've met and communicated with those who would like to see me fall, and sometimes that weighs on me heavily, but right now with things being good I try not to let negative people get me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/115687080135320552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=115687080135320552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115687080135320552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115687080135320552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-full.html' title='Great Full'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-115448577862049906</id><published>2006-08-01T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:52:03.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Present Government Speaks!!!</title><summary type='text'>  And what do we say?There is only one woman who can even entertain the notion of me considering to settling down with her. And she shall remain nameless. Present government wants nothing to do with a relationship otherwise.What sparked this topic might I add. A few weeks ago I ran into this female I knew back when I was acting like a girl, ya know wanting desperately to be a part of something(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/115448577862049906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=115448577862049906' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115448577862049906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115448577862049906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/08/present-government-speaks.html' title='Present Government Speaks!!!'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-115215847266556960</id><published>2006-07-05T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:05:44.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where My Dogs At?</title><summary type='text'> This next year will be something quite special for me. Ladies and Gentlemen if I may(and I may). I would like to introduce my soon to be new roommate for the next year before we go on to bigger and even much better things. The One and Only MIKE JONES(not the rapper..........better).Me and this guy meeting are like the perfect storm.  It's good for us, probably bad for women who don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/115215847266556960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=115215847266556960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115215847266556960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115215847266556960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-my-dogs-at.html' title='Where My Dogs At?'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-115208543960021651</id><published>2006-07-05T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T08:53:36.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful Now</title><summary type='text'>When it comes to women, I'll be the first to admit that I'm a slow learner. I can't really tell if a woman likes me unless she damn near spells if out for me. Also for the most part unfortunately I can't tell if a woman doesn't like me, unless she spells if out of me. In my current drunkin state I made the mistake of reviewing some of the feedback that I get from my numerous posts and one of them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/115208543960021651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=115208543960021651' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115208543960021651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115208543960021651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/07/careful-now.html' title='Careful Now'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-115135098161238023</id><published>2006-06-26T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T12:49:10.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SKINNY!!!</title><summary type='text'>I gotta ask the ladies whats so bad about skinny guys.I've been skinny my whole life and though it could possibly be just because I don't know any better, but I like it.Lets not forget that most of those big guys are just gonna get fat when they stop working out all the time. I know i'm always gonna be able to see what lurks below my waist, and really the only concern we have is keeping a six </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/115135098161238023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=115135098161238023' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115135098161238023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115135098161238023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/06/skinny.html' title='THE SKINNY!!!'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-115081735688395566</id><published>2006-06-20T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:21:42.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Shit.</title><summary type='text'>Ok, ok.  I begged and begged enough so now that I have a post from "The Gary", I'm gonna go ahead and........post it.He told me if I didn't like it then "fuck me", but I'm not gonna judge, I'll let you judge. Don't be gentle this guy teaches writing. lol.Here we go."If you could have ONE superpower what would it be?"Classic question right? The kind of question anyone can answer, whether they're a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/115081735688395566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=115081735688395566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115081735688395566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115081735688395566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/06/power-shit.html' title='Power Shit.'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-115007197254417057</id><published>2006-06-11T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T17:26:12.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn........aint this a bitch?</title><summary type='text'>While currently in alot of pain, i decided to write this post to annouce that earlier today i was in a motorcycle accident. I rear ended a chevy suburban and pretty much slid down the street.  On my head.  Thank God I had a helmet on.  My injuries though not life threatening are pretty bad.  I have a hard time getting around, and I have no idea how I'm gonna bath myself for the next week or so.My</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/115007197254417057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=115007197254417057' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115007197254417057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/115007197254417057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/06/damnaint-this-bitch.html' title='Damn........aint this a bitch?'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-114744671970008361</id><published>2006-05-12T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:30:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Things Happen.(HO Adventures.)</title><summary type='text'> I recieved an email from one of my homegirls recently about one of her many "ho adventures" as I would like to call them. She relays quite a few stories my way of the hoes she choses to keep company with so I decided to start writing posts of them.This is a rare (or not so rare) look into the realm of the ho and the men, and women for that matter who exploit them.And I quote.............."I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/114744671970008361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=114744671970008361' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/114744671970008361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/114744671970008361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/05/these-things-happenho-adventures.html' title='These Things Happen.(HO Adventures.)'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-114600680993101981</id><published>2006-04-25T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:15:01.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's Son............(poem)</title><summary type='text'>  I listen to the songs of old, and paint the good moments now posted on the wall.This is for the Times,This is for the Vibe,This is for everything that is, and the child I used to be.Eyes closed I feel the beat,Hoping each time it takes meFar Far Far away.Where law is written by turntablalists, and B-boys patrol the streetsPolitical Emcees, block parties, chocolate cities, where I'd artwalk the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/114600680993101981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=114600680993101981' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/114600680993101981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/114600680993101981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/04/natures-sonpoem.html' title='Nature&apos;s Son............(poem)'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-114571907890939753</id><published>2006-04-22T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T08:17:58.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need for Speed</title><summary type='text'> Ok so here's the actual picture of my2003 GSXR 750.  This is the apple of my eye and currently my most prized possesion.  I must say that for years I never thought I'd be one of those guys who ripped up and down town on the back of a crocth rocket, but....here it is.This thing makes me feel like superman.  I mean you can actually "cruise" at over a hundred miles an hour and it's nothing.  I'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/114571907890939753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=114571907890939753' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/114571907890939753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/114571907890939753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/04/need-for-speed.html' title='Need for Speed'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-114511717091391264</id><published>2006-04-15T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T09:06:10.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe how many people actually read this shit, and don't leave any comments. No "Hey man I enjoy your post, keep up the good work."  No "We hate you and you ARE an ASShole, eat shit and die."  Nothing.  It almost feels like I'm being watched without knowing.  I mean I'm so used to knowning the only person thats gonna respond is my good friend Gary, so I kinda got to thinking that this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/114511717091391264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=114511717091391264' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/114511717091391264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/114511717091391264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/04/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-114368169018083881</id><published>2006-03-29T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:26:27.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fallen</title><summary type='text'> Even SuperHeroes fall.I tell myself that sometimes when things just aint going my way.Lately I've just been tired trying to do so much with the music and work, plus juggle my friends. I realized today that I'm an asshole, and even though I think I was driven too it I can't sugar coat my behavior or justify it in anyway.SpiderMan saves people from people, and some people from themselves. Thru his</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/114368169018083881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=114368169018083881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/114368169018083881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/114368169018083881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/03/fallen.html' title='The Fallen'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-114001477046293656</id><published>2006-02-15T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:46:36.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Motherland....(Fuckit)</title><summary type='text'>This is dedicated to all you pro black/back to africa muthafuckaz out there.  As well as you white supremists. I was born in America, as my father before me, and his father before him and so on.  America is my home, my motherland.  I eat from this land(for that matter so does most of the rest of this world.)  I'm gonna die here one day as long as I have a say in it. Fuck africa, it's as foreign </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/114001477046293656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=114001477046293656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/114001477046293656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/114001477046293656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/02/motherlandfuckit.html' title='The Motherland....(Fuckit)'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-113955557906156962</id><published>2006-02-09T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:14:51.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGER!!!</title><summary type='text'> My aunt asked me about a week ago why am I so angry. And I've decided to ask myself that question tonite. It is my hope that one day I'll look a back on these writings and realize it was all in my mind.But that day hasn't come yet. While these days I know it's simply ego. I get upset with people when they don't realize the magnificence of a person like me kind of like an artist would feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/113955557906156962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=113955557906156962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/113955557906156962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/113955557906156962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/02/anger.html' title='ANGER!!!'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-113946102360356355</id><published>2006-02-08T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:14:55.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Ocean</title><summary type='text'>Due to some lack of support. (Typical click attitudes) Aswell as a need to move to other topics and i've put them off much to long now. I've decided to end my tribute to Stuart with word delivered by the man himself in a poem he wrote supplied by his closest friend, Gary.Voice OF the BLACK OceanFrom darkness we cameand TO darkness WE returnTHIS IS NOT the voice of deSPairALL of our lyricsALL of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/113946102360356355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=113946102360356355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/113946102360356355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/113946102360356355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2006/02/black-ocean.html' title='The Black Ocean'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-113121968481986419</id><published>2005-11-05T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T12:01:42.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's Son...(For Stuart)Part 2</title><summary type='text'>continued...............     When Stuart was released a few days later, Jim, Matt, and I went to his house to see him.  We took a walk and talked about things, regular things to take our mind off the fact one of us would be gone soon and i think we all knew it, just affraid to admit it to each other and to ourselves.  It was impossible to imagine ourselves without him.  Sometimes it still is.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/113121968481986419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=113121968481986419' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/113121968481986419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/113121968481986419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/11/natures-sonfor-stuartpart-2.html' title='Nature&apos;s Son...(For Stuart)Part 2'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-113090129574933977</id><published>2005-11-01T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T20:00:49.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's Son...(For Stuart)Part 1</title><summary type='text'>In (Preacher #65), toward the end of the series, Jesse Custer (our main guy) tracks down and proceeds to beat the shit out of his best friend, Cassidy.  You see, sinc  the beginning of the series, Cassidy and Jesse have been best friends and yet bad shit goes down-Cassidy makes some bad decisions-and Jesse decides the only way to set things right is to teach Cassidy a lesson by beating him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/113090129574933977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=113090129574933977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/113090129574933977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/113090129574933977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/11/natures-sonfor-stuartpart-1.html' title='Nature&apos;s Son...(For Stuart)Part 1'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-112981647954626804</id><published>2005-10-20T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:15:55.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Words. One Picture.</title><summary type='text'>SEx? gOOd.Primal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/112981647954626804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=112981647954626804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112981647954626804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112981647954626804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/10/two-words-one-picture.html' title='Two Words. One Picture.'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-112806139931199741</id><published>2005-09-29T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:56:18.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate High</title><summary type='text'>Complete Me.On a serious note, earlier this week I had a discusion with my cousin Ty about relationships.It got me thinking I need to write another post on relationships.Now when I ran across the image above it made me feel something that I haven't been able to admit to myself for quite sometime.  I want a wife.  And even more so, a child born from a marriage under God.  That I believe would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/112806139931199741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=112806139931199741' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112806139931199741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112806139931199741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/09/ultimate-high.html' title='The Ultimate High'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-112753828304604930</id><published>2005-09-23T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T22:22:34.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly Fat Man</title><summary type='text'>Goody GoodieSherman.This is the only pic I could use to represent the Jolly big guy we know who balls like no other in the realm of comics.  Atleast in the days of the click.  While there are some bad things to write about the Sherm, i won't go there just because we've always been cool and I think those involved have forgivin him for the most part.Of course I will add that he smiled thru it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/112753828304604930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=112753828304604930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112753828304604930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112753828304604930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/09/jolly-fat-man.html' title='Jolly Fat Man'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-112723288113132250</id><published>2005-09-20T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T10:02:40.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrogance &amp; Fear</title><summary type='text'>ThaONlyONeI fell in love once, and i'll be the first to say that it is wonderland.I'm sure the devil can relate that "when in heaven, ANY other place is hell"And in my hell nothing really fulfills me, I'm not exactly bitter, but since the fall I haven't really been able to find someone to fill the void.This is a public apology to all the ladies I've been with sexually or anything else for that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/112723288113132250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=112723288113132250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112723288113132250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112723288113132250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/09/arrogance-fear.html' title='Arrogance &amp; Fear'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-112675179848287819</id><published>2005-09-14T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T23:00:45.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockit Science</title><summary type='text'>Tom Fool &amp; LessenceI'm so happy these days.Incase ya wondering why I haven't been updating my site lately, it's mostly because I've been intensely writing music for the up coming ONlyOnes Album thats been long over due. Finally i was able to convince Tom Fool Aka the STikFiga to sit down and do a album with me. This my friends is a match made in heaven, I've had so much fun working on this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/112675179848287819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=112675179848287819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112675179848287819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112675179848287819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/09/rockit-science.html' title='Rockit Science'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-112493022671725085</id><published>2005-08-24T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T23:15:09.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Victims</title><summary type='text'>Bone DeepHehe the site crashed when i began writing this post so I wasn't able to finish it, hence the pic of this poor fellow above place alone by itself on the site.  My apologies.Anyway.With all due respect to burn victims, and that guy.  I think in away we're all burn victims.  Life burns us all one way or another.  Those of us burned on the outside can't hide what fire does to the human form</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/112493022671725085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=112493022671725085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112493022671725085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112493022671725085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/08/burn-victims.html' title='Burn Victims'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-112391438681944306</id><published>2005-08-12T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T00:07:56.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How dissapointing</title><summary type='text'>Tupac shortly after his first shooting, Five bullets lata.This picture says alot about human nature.The ability to kick a man when he's down.And how a man reacts to his peers when they take shots at him.This is a rant. Again.My minds is racing at the moment and I'm gonna assume it's because once again i'm slightly pissed off.  Anything goes right now.  I came home and got an email from my "Good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/112391438681944306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=112391438681944306' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112391438681944306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112391438681944306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-dissapointing.html' title='How dissapointing'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-112287405502730515</id><published>2005-07-31T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:50:46.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><summary type='text'>So many waysWhat is love?And for those of us who are religious when does love with the things here on earth, conflict with the devine one.I was deeply in love with a woman once. I can stand here and say that for me, love wasn't very logical. A bit insane if I may. A spiral, out of my control......with moments of speechlessness.And sometimes I tell myself that God took this love from me to get me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/112287405502730515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=112287405502730515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112287405502730515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112287405502730515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-112070925811197975</id><published>2005-07-06T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T08:27:21.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I HATE as I do</title><summary type='text'>T.H.U.G.L.I.F.EThe Hate U Gave Lil InFants Fucks Everyone.Tupac's words sure enough, yet I've noticed in my short time on this world hate enfluences alot of things.Earlier today I kinda got into it with my good friend Gary, over some bullshit concerning two other people. And it wasn't cool, but he kinda pissed me off. This is a Rant.My HATE runs deeps.  I'll share it with you.I'm not looking for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/112070925811197975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=112070925811197975' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112070925811197975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/112070925811197975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-i-hate-as-i-do.html' title='Why I HATE as I do'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111985079923622551</id><published>2005-06-26T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:15:23.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgie the Drummer</title><summary type='text'>DominanceThis is who comes to mind when i think of my dear friend George.He's Greek by the way (ladies), though I'm pretty sure Alex was Macedonian.(Probably the same nationality though)Anyway I just realized for the most part that I know George, but i don't know him.In most of our past get togethers during the click George was a no show, most of the people I used to hang out with are anti-social</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111985079923622551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111985079923622551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111985079923622551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111985079923622551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/06/georgie-drummer.html' title='Georgie the Drummer'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111949479942396901</id><published>2005-06-22T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T08:44:22.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Folks</title><summary type='text'>Sugar ShackI love black people really I do.At our best we are simply amazing.Our style addictive, our skin just screams soul, jazz, and rythm.And I aint tryna sound all pro black africa back to the motherland.I'm just saying that when i look at black folks I SEE the years of slavery, the butt of depression, the civil rights movement, and the everyday struggle of being black in america.I met this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111949479942396901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111949479942396901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111949479942396901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111949479942396901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/06/black-folks.html' title='Black Folks'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111859372625227593</id><published>2005-06-12T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T10:05:28.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing on Stage</title><summary type='text'>Black ThoughtLaffy was coming to T-Town that night.I knew he'd wanna hear whatever i was working on when he got there and i wanted to impress him.  Laffy was the only cat who really believed in me and my ability to be a good writer.Be it poetry, or ryhming on the mic.And he put his money and beats behind(one of the bests producers in lawrence), thats priceless man.On this particular night we was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111859372625227593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111859372625227593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111859372625227593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111859372625227593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/06/standing-on-stage.html' title='Standing on Stage'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111803679066563113</id><published>2005-06-05T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:14:32.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><summary type='text'>Is he for real?I was surfing the net and i ran across this.Oddly enough it didn't make me mad.  It made me wanna get a gun though.To be honest I'm worried about stuff like this, I know it's just a matter of time before some poor misguided white guy goes out and grabs a gun (once again) and does something crazy in my neck of the woods.Also, I'm black, and i don't fit any of the stereo types i see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111803679066563113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111803679066563113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111803679066563113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111803679066563113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/06/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111760469173013478</id><published>2005-05-31T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:08:28.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Dreams</title><summary type='text'>Temptation?Ok so i keep having this dream right.Theres a woman who keeps fucking showing up no matter what I'm dreamning about, she just pops in there.She's a tease, she gives herself to me, she won't talk to me.........it's always something new.And like i said no matter what i'm dreaming about she just shows up at random, i mean i could be dreaming about lynchings and this woman would show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111760469173013478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111760469173013478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111760469173013478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111760469173013478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/06/wet-dreams.html' title='Wet Dreams'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111751958188544200</id><published>2005-05-30T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:21:18.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in the Dark</title><summary type='text'>A moment please.It aint easy.A man who stands alone walks with his back against the wall.He watches time fly while standing still at the same time.The world blends into this cold, colorful, peaceful, and unpredictable place as all control finally becomes Kaos.A lost soul.Traveling a road that leads no where.  Wisdom becomes a new gateway to ignorance of a different kind.Regret accumulates, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111751958188544200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111751958188544200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111751958188544200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111751958188544200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/05/alone-in-dark.html' title='Alone in the Dark'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111726144089158004</id><published>2005-05-27T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T23:58:40.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When</title><summary type='text'>SmiLe Alot happens to you  from the time you can remember to the present.  I can remember as far back as 5 maybe 4 years old.  Hehe ya know I don't think I've told anyone but I was picked on alot as a child.   Really it didn't start till i was in the 5th grade, but I should have saw it comin in the 4th.  These days one of the main things i like to do with my son is spend time with him just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111726144089158004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111726144089158004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111726144089158004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111726144089158004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/05/remember-when.html' title='Remember When'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111712073901933606</id><published>2005-05-26T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T08:56:45.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish</title><summary type='text'>Grandma's steps I found a book of my old poems and i began to think back on whats been lost with time.  Though things are better now financially, sometimes i wonder at what price.  I used to write alot of poetry and I like reading it these days.  Since most of it is forgotten it's almost like reading it for the first time, and it's the closest I can get to seeing myself from the outiside.Anyway, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111712073901933606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111712073901933606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111712073901933606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111712073901933606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-wish.html' title='I Wish'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111678305705095672</id><published>2005-05-22T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T11:13:57.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Anger</title><summary type='text'>You Can get Tha FingerI was trying to be a nice person earlier this week but it's hard to do these days.  Maybe i'm too sensitve, maybe i'm just fed up with alot things i just consider bullshit.  I really wanna just be cool and get along with everyone but sometimes people do things that just rubb me wrong.  What does that mean.  I haven't been writing about much lately because there was nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111678305705095672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111678305705095672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111678305705095672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111678305705095672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/05/silent-anger.html' title='Silent Anger'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111635462355220309</id><published>2005-05-17T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T11:53:27.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Objective</title><summary type='text'>ChillinThis is a pic Aaron took of me one night I came out to Lawrence to get my second XBox modded for a friend.  I don't remember what i was reading or much else of this particular day, other than meeting one of Aaron's numerous "betty's". Personally I don't like this pic.  Sometimes i think light does me no justice.  I have this complex, see sometimes I think i look like a fucking ape.  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111635462355220309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111635462355220309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111635462355220309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111635462355220309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/05/self-objective.html' title='Self Objective'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111617886889500560</id><published>2005-05-15T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T11:02:11.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamers Paradise Lyrics</title><summary type='text'>Cosmic GPIn the final months of The Click as it used to be I decided to write this song about what it is we do.  We used to throw these kick ass LAN parties and well, fuckit.   It's actually not bad, but since i don't know how to play it on this site I decided to transcript it here. Good Times.=GamersParadise=Me and my Click Ball supreme kidrolling in second hand cars, bump music wit beats and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111617886889500560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111617886889500560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111617886889500560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111617886889500560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/05/gamers-paradise-lyrics_15.html' title='Gamers Paradise Lyrics'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111587744995834911</id><published>2005-05-11T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T22:59:46.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO PICS</title><summary type='text'>I made a post before this one, but I accidently erased it and said fuckit i'm not gonna write it again.Well actully i thought about writing it again, but i was a lil pissed that i couldn't use the pic I wanted to on it because Angela currently has the pic I had in mind.So....naturally I got to thinkin as i do and figured it would be better to alert all those concerned about the fact that angela </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111587744995834911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111587744995834911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111587744995834911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111587744995834911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-pics.html' title='NO PICS'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111574169404250672</id><published>2005-05-10T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T09:37:39.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point A, to Point B</title><summary type='text'>Roll OutThis Post is dedicated to a buddy who reminds me of when I was broke.I'm not gonna say names, not because I don't want him to be known by those who read this,  but more so because I think his name doesn't need to be said.Everyone is gonna know who I'm talking about(hehe).INDEPENDENCE means alot to a person who's once stood out of it, but it comes at a price these days.  I work because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111574169404250672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111574169404250672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111574169404250672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111574169404250672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/05/point-to-point-b.html' title='Point A, to Point B'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111557856822534872</id><published>2005-05-08T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:18:54.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Niggs to the Front, Whites to the Back!!!</title><summary type='text'>Lost and foundGary OMG!!Last night i get off of work and theres a message on my answering machine. "Bitch we're coming over, DEEP!!"It's Gary.20 minutes later theres a bang on my door and these three muthafuckaz(Gary, Matt, and Chris) storm into my house. It doesn't take long to realize that Gary is fucked up. FUCKED UP. I see it in his eyes, theres a look of intensity only those who've seen him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111557856822534872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111557856822534872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111557856822534872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111557856822534872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/05/niggs-to-front-whites-to-back.html' title='Niggs to the Front, Whites to the Back!!!'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111540544025498802</id><published>2005-05-06T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:21:34.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Broke</title><summary type='text'>Being broke is inspirational.Now that my money problems fade with the passing of each day.  I can't help but remember when i was extremely broke.For me having not money (for myself anyway) had a sobbering affect. Guess i'm saying since i didn't/couldn't do anything else, i spent alot of time with myself. During most days of The Click, i was kinda like the second Jim. No money asking others for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111540544025498802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111540544025498802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111540544025498802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111540544025498802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/05/dead-broke.html' title='Dead Broke'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111535532323136088</id><published>2005-05-05T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:32:35.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am your Leader</title><summary type='text'>Listen and listen carefully.Your leader wishes to speak, SILENCE!!! It has been brought to my attention that some of you don't like the contents of my page. That my truthfulness is not welcomed. This disturbs me. And i like it.I was gonna issue a public apology on yesterdays posts, but then i spoke to a buddy at work and he advised against it for reasons a care not to share with you all. But in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111535532323136088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111535532323136088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111535532323136088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111535532323136088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-your-leader.html' title='I am your Leader'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111526325073642232</id><published>2005-05-03T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:45:24.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEROS and cowards</title><summary type='text'>Men and miceJulius Ceasar said it best, "A coward dies a thousand deaths, a soldier dies but once.Tell me.Have you ever seen someone getting the shit kicked out of them and did nothing. Are you silent when a group of people are picking on someone who can't defend themselves. Are you a bitch.Come now be honest with yourself,  I mean this isn't a question you have to answer vocally.Knowings half </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111526325073642232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111526325073642232' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111526325073642232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111526325073642232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/05/heros-and-cowards.html' title='HEROS and cowards'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111510067805361142</id><published>2005-05-02T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T00:02:36.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOOM</title><summary type='text'>AmbitionNo one captures this word more than marvel's Dr. DOOM.Let's face it, deep inside.....most of us want it all.Plus it's always exiciting to get something you feel you should'nt have.Ya know, choice and control are the same thing. With that said i scare myself sometimes when i wonder into thought. I mean like religion for example. Sometimes it seems like an attempt for mankind to control the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111510067805361142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111510067805361142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111510067805361142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111510067805361142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/05/doom.html' title='DOOM'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12505061.post-111501505341854712</id><published>2005-05-01T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:32:16.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls, Girls, Girls</title><summary type='text'>WomenThe joy, the pain, the sex, the ex.This PL post is dedicated to all the girls I've loved before.I can't lie, I'm a sucka for love and lust. I mean nothing seems to make the day better than a call or visit from a young attractive lady.The outward apperance and Ballin mentality might suggest that I'm a playa(i get that sometimes) I'm not like that, though sometimes i think i should be.I lost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/feeds/111501505341854712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12505061&amp;postID=111501505341854712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111501505341854712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12505061/posts/default/111501505341854712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilostmyp.blogspot.com/2005/05/girls-girls-girls.html' title='Girls, Girls, Girls'/><author><name>Lessence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625893358106649904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al9iYZiLPJc/S-Rgd95Df6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3k-oJ7IGJv8/S220/CSC_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
