Monday, March 15, 2010

hurry

things are piling up. 
a lot faster than i was hoping too.

But i'm tarrance foster ii : son of a hustler and an intellectual. 
i'll make a way. losing is not an option and failure isn't in my dictionary.

my physical aloneness, i guess you could call it, keeps me sidetracked but no more. if there isn't green involved, money mostly, then i wont be around. how else am i to keep my pockets fat, eh?
jaden's birthday, my birthday, pop's birthday, bills, new car : i have to be ready for all these things.

i see myself in a nice shirt and tie get-up eating under the paris balloon or in the belliago, for no real reason other than because i want to. and of course, this is after i've taken myself to see the beatles show, also just because i want to. mhum.mhum. i can feel it. 

i'm going to be somebody. 
that is my anthem for life- seriously.

i'm a laser and soon, you'll see me beaming.

semicolon , closed parenthesis.