Hell On Earth

Before I start this, I need a disclimer. I usually never discuss polotics or religion publicly. It seems like there's a unwritten rule about it, like it'll kill a baby kitten somewhere if either are mentioned...I dunno. But ima do it anyway, for this time only. I was listening to a song earlier that got me thinking. Everything is a test. We're living in hell trying to make it to heaven...I truly believe it. As beautiful as this world appears to be, most of it is just an illusion to trap you into thinking that this life is something that it's not. There's beautiful landmarks, beaches, oceans, and just nature period. But there's animals that'll kill you if you venture too far in the jungle.
There's beautiful women, but if they're too bad, you know how they act. That face and body is a disguise to lure you in and overlook what's really on the inside. That shit is evil.
There seems to be a constant threat of war in the news somewhere around the world.
There's poverty that can be fixed, but won't get done.
Money, sex, and drugs are glorified, but ruin people's lives.
People are hardly ever whom they appear to be. Secret agendas n shit. Alterior motives that's hidden behind a friendly hanshake or smile. I remember reading a quote not too long ago that said "sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for is the one behind the trigger" Shit is deep!!!
Things are constantly distracting us on the daily, tempting us to make the easy decision to do bad. It's everywhere. It's easy to keep up a pattern of bullshit. Lying, cheating, and stealing to say the least. That's why I believe that someone is really looking down upon us watching our actions. And when we die, we'll either stay or go. If we go up, we'll be able to have clarity on everything we've went through to get there. If we stay, then things here will be revealed for what they really are. Just a quick thought though. I believe we have to prove to a higher power that we dn't belong here. We have every reason to do wrong, but there's something in us, for the people that have faith, actually blind faith, that we believe in this mythical place that no one has ever seen, but everybody has heard about. This place called heaven where shit is all good. Aight...that's all I got. Stay tuned for more soon. Hopefully.

Sunday night

11:59pm-1/15/2012
Seems like I'm having this struggle against myself to complete this book. I know I should have been writing a lot more, but lately I keep stopping myself whenever I'm about to get really deep on some shit. It's hard to write about yourself. Everything that I have down so far is completely honest, and I hardly let people know all of my business. The reasons behind why I do what I do. I know judgements are going to come, and believe it or not, I actually care what some people think about me. You can say you don't, but I'll be honest and admit to it. Different friends know different things about me, but only few know everything that there is to know, and they still don't know all there is to know. Somethings have to be kept private, and a few names have changed, but it's all real. Maybe I be too high on some thoughts and start going crazy writing on them, come down off my high a bit, and be like, "oh shit!! She's gonna kill me if I put that out there." Or I'll come down from another one and it doesn't seem as interesting to write about. Like who the fuck would want to hear about that shit? I just need to buckle down and get on a consistent pattern. Also keep my pad or cell handy to save a good thought when it comes to me. Hopefully it all comes together the right way into something beautiful. Seriously. Maybe I should write too much while I'm high. Then again, I'm hella faded right now off some shit I got from my weed lady...so scratch that idea. I don't want to rush everything and not do it right, but I still need to get this done for myself because i said I would. The only thing really getting in the way is me. People ask me if I'm planning to sell the book....fuck yeah I am. Money isn't the motivation though. I mean it is, but it's not the reason I'm doing this. I mean, I got a little something for a rainy day, can super size a chick's meal any day of the week, and keep fresh fit on, but I'm nowhere near paid. Paid like, "Bitch you wanna take take the drop top or the helicopter to KFC? Them new wings are fire!" Or paid like, "Let's go buy a horse. I almost teared up when I watched Secretariet. So I need a horse now." Paid like that. Don't let me get on Seabiscuit though, that was my nigga. Anyway, I'm getting off subject, my high is coming down, and I need to find my remote and get it off this weak ass softcore porn shit on Cinemax. Maybe I'll actually keep this blog going too, but I'll see about that. it should actually help me clear my head a bit. That's all I got, but stay tuned. I'll post more, at random times, but whenever it comes to me I guess. I've just always needed to do things at my own pace. So....later.

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There comes a time when you're having sexual relations, and your heart starts beating double time, your body temperature raises, pours are opening up, pupils are dilating, and you're right before the point of a massive explosion, or orgasm for the ladies, then someone moves the wrong way, stops, says the wrong shit,touches you (hahahaha) or however someone can mess that divine moment up.........that's the feeling I've been getting lately whenever sit down to write. I have the idea or topic that I wanna blog about and the emotion behind it that I need to write, but it just somehow goes away right when I'm ready. This time I don't even know what the hell it is that I'm going to write. I just came back in my room from smoking a couple fire ass bowls of purp on my balcony. The lap top was already open from downloading music, I got this Frank Ocean mixtape playing, and my neighbors are having a fiesta. So for some reason it just seemed right for me to blog about something, even if it's nothing. I guess the night is still early even though it's almost 2am. Shit, I've been up for the past three nights straight until about 7am, so i guess it is kinda early. That's a whole other subject in itself.... I'll get to that later. I still have a few games to play in NBA 2K before i go to sleep. I have a couple international friends on the other side of the map that are about to log on. But this is just a blog to get me started on other blogs. I say about at least two blogs a week to get me back writing. I need to get in the zone to someday finish my book. Luckily this one out, so I'm pretty happy about that even though this one kinda sucks a bit. Some blogs might be serious, funny, sad, angry, good, bad, or really bad, but who really gives a shit? I need a snack, so this one is over. Plus this battery is about to die and I don't feel like reaching behind my bed for the charger right now. Those Kettle Cooked Jalapeno chips are calling me right now. Plus this new Shakira video keeps coming on, so my focus is shot to hell. Peace....purple rain!! Next blog coming soon, back in motion.

P.S. those pajama jeans scare me a little bit.

"...ain't nothing like the smell of a fresh pair of P.F Flyers aka Chuck Taylor's."

Okay so i'm definitely back for another round in this blogging business, thanks to my friend Ash. She got me going today, so good looking young lady. Lately my mind has been consumed with a few other writing projects that i'm putting a lot of work in. And one thing that i've been pulling away from everything is the fact the we all at one point in our lives have to take a small step back to enjoy some of the simple things in life. There's nothing wrong with the night life, doing this and that and being on the scene. I do it sometimes myself. Like 50 said, "Meet me at the Mondrian." ( that spot pops by the way!! Shout to my boy D Taylor for getting that last function together for his B-Day) - There's nothing wrong with being on the daily grind trying to secure a better future for yourself and family. I want it just as much as the next person. With hard work and dedication, we can all get there. But I take a look around and all I see are people trying to speed up, when i'm now trying to slow down. I'm at a point in my life when I just want to enjoy the simple things that mean a lot to me.

Shit like: Just hanging with friends and family, sitting around getting that quality time in. The quality time we can easily miss, as I have in the past, when all I was able to see in front of me was the next couple of stacks coming to me.

Shit like: Riding up or down the highway with the wind blowing, top down, zoning out, listening to them 808's beat hard in the trunk. Something about that gives me a mean woody at times that I can't really explain.
- Laying out on the beach chillin with a cutie. Slim waist, fat booty ( or at least a nice round one slightly overly proportioned to her frame ) - Marijuana rolled up loose in some papers, because those blunts will fuck you up in the long run. And we're just relaxing not worried what the rest of the world is doing. We're conversing about our dreams in life, talking about past relations, where we've been and where we wanna go. One of those all night conversations that are rare these days. It might sound cheesy, but while she's talking - I'm watching the sunrise in her eyes, while my hand gently moves up her thighs. ( Sorry, can't help it. I was caught in the moment, LoL! ) She'll puff the doobie, then whispers how she wants to do me. ( Headband and purple kush...OooWee )
- I just want to sit down and enjoy a good meal . Sip on some good champagne, and take my time to savor the taste of it all. Listen to some good music and just chill the fuck out from time to time.
- Mind blowing sex!! But with someone that I actually have a connection with that I didn't just meet last night. Then, it'll mean more than just fucking, and the moment will last, meaning something more than just that moment. But maybe that's just me. If so, that's all that matters anyway.

I'm not fixated on the bullshit like I was when I was younger. I lived a different that most people didn't at a young age. I never was stuck on what other people wanted me to be, I see shit different. Life isn't about how much money you have in your bank account. People get it fucked up. If that's you aim, then you're doing it for all the wrong reasons. I hear people talking about being on that grind, paper chasing and all this other shit. I mean, there's nothing wrong with that like I said before. But honestly, if you ain't doing what you really want to do in life other than filling up that account, there's always going to be that empty feeling in the pit of your gut that you can't satisfy. I've realized that if you're on that REAL GRIND chasing your dream, then whatever money you do have will always be enough. And that experience alone getting there, that journey on your path, the memories that you take with you is what's priceless. Can't buy that type of shit. Some of the best memories that I have in my life was when I only had a couple grand to my name. I was grinding on the way trying to live out one of my dreams, so it was okay. Life isn't about how many females you get to spread their legs for you, just so you can get your ugly on!! Trust me when I say, and I know you've heard it before, quality beats quantity anytime.

Either way, when we go, we can't take none of this shit with us. The Egyptians already tried it. They were one of the smartest civilizations and that shit didn't work. All we can take with us are our experiences and memories that we've accumulated - and leave our legacy. With a little bit of debt too, haha. I'm only 27yrs old, but i've seen a lot at a young age. I grew up fast, matured young, but still remembered to take my time....as you should. If you're aware of my situation, then you know i'm living a different life than before. I see things different, a bit more clear. My family is closer, and my circle is tight. I'm in phase two. Aight....I guess that's it. But let me leave you with two things. 1. Stop and smell the roses. and 2. Purple leaves leads to kush dreams.

WHAT'S THE WORLD COMING TOO ?!!

So it's me again folks. I know it's been a minute, but I dropping these blogs like Dr. Dre drop his albums. I had to let the buzz add up, drop a few singles...then hit you off with this. I'm a little pissed at the moment about how some of the things I've been seeing in our generation. The thing I'd like to hit on today is the technology we use and how it's gotten out of hand. Technology being the Internet, and our cell phones. And oh shit...now we have the Internet on our cell phones too. They are suppose to give us access to things a little easier, and in doing so, make us smarter. It's supposed to help us out in life, give us a connection to other people across the world, but it's been dumbing us down and keeping us close minded to a lot of other things that we pass up.

Earlier today, and many days in the past all I see are people that are going to have major neck injuries at young ages. What I mean by this is that everywhere I go all I see are people looking down on their cell phones, texting while walking, texting while driving, checking emails at work, texting at work, facebooking, twittering, and whatever else you can do on your phone. Not to mention taking pictures everywhere they go. I see people looking down while walking, crossing the street, eating, in the bathroom, and pretty much where ever else you can humanly be. I had to get on this chick when I went to a Dr.'s appointment a few weeks ago. While she was supposed to be taking my blood pressure and my other vitals, she had to finish fucking texting first. I'm not sure which was worse, the fact the she had the audacity to actually finish her slow ass text messages, or that she had to be at least in her mid 30's...damn. As far as these lames go...Why do people have to be in the club texting, on facebook, or hitting up folks on twitter letting everyone else know they are at some club, party, bar, or any other type of function. Is it that boring? It has to be. I know when I'm out I usually try to enjoy my surroundings, and the people that I'm hanging out with. I thought that was the whole point of actually going out is to go out to have fun. If you have to tell me and everyone else know that you have a drink in your hand at the club, sorry, but you're lame !! I don't need to hear that you are on your seventh drink and shit faced, lame. I don't need to know what you're eating, or whatever the fuck else is going on while I'm not with you. That shit is lame. And ladies, can you please stop taking those drunk ass bathroom pictures in the bathroom, yikes. Put it to rest....please.

One more thing that I wanted to touch on was that we aren't really taking advantage of what the web was created for. I understand that it's fun to surf the web and look things up for entertainment and all, but damn is that all we use it for? The Internet has almost every answer we want to know if we take the time away from the entertainment blog sites and spend time looking them up....the answers and information that is. Although all the information is there, yes, let's spend the time to actually read our research and not just copy and paste that shit like we did in high school, but put it into our own words. In college instead of reading the book we get the cliff notes. It's pretty much like instead of taking the knowledge we've learned in class to do the math problem the long way and actually understand what we are doing....we just use the freaking calculator and go straight to the answer. We are robbing ourselves of the knowledge that's right in front of our faces. I see and hear people quoting Jay-Z and Lil Wayne all day. They are poets in their own right, but instead of reading a book, or a newspaper, all we need to do is pop in a CD and get the good word. Yeah yeah, we all can take a few lines out of the whole album and relate, of course. But how many people actually lived in shit holes, the slums, moms couldn't feed the whole family, had to sell crack, weed and other shit, and them become millionaires after actually working on their God given talent and perfecting their craft. And I'm not talking about the people that sold weed for a few weeks or months, and then was off and on with the shit to smoke for free and buy some new shoes....lame, but that's a whole other blog in itself. I'll get to that another time. Back to what I was saying. The Internet has in a way crippled us to only social networks, blog sites about the entertainers as well as other public figures, and other forms of entertainment instead of what it was built for. We are cheating ourselves. We aren't taking full advantage of what the net has to offer. It's the world wide web, not city and state wide web. We've been so used to following our idols, and not mom and dad like it should be and was in the past, I mean the person who's on the A list...or that chick or dude with the hottest album out right now.
Maybe I'm going a bit overboard with it all, and maybe not, but I'm sure this will make you think a little bit. If that's the result then my job is done. I know I've said a few things in here that I've actually done myself, yeah yeah. But since everyone has been quoting Jay-Z these last few months kind of hard - I have one myself. "... I know I'm guilty of it too, but not like them..." ( Lost One - Kingdom Come ) Later folks, I know I talk a little shit, but damn let's pick up a book and use the Internet for what it's really worth. The information is right in front of us, and we have all the access we need to get it. Let's take the time to spend with our friends and family to be with them, and not update everyone else via facebook and twitter to say what we are doing....come on. And with that said, holla at me www.facebook.com/MAURICE.HALL07 haha. Hey.....we all do it. Goodnight. Later.

GOOD MORNING !!

I've decided to start writing these blogs with the help of a good friend of mine, Ashley, that has her own page here writing about her "Wednesday Dinners" that she goes on. Every Wednesday she goes to a different spot to grab a meal and gives her critique. My blogs are going to be a little different. I want to give to a little bit of insight about my life, they way I experience things, and how they flow inside my head. In November of 2006 I was sitting inside my car, about to go out a get a meal, and a few guys ran up and just started shooting. A few weeks prior I just turned 24 years old, but needless to say, my life took a complete turn. That's a different story that I'll be turning into a book one day so be on the look out. My first blog is a entry I wrote inside my journal a couple of days ago, so I'd like to share it with you.

August 5, 2009
6:51 am

Sometimes I like to wake up a little extra early to feel and listen to the day I used to be a part of. It usually starts off with the birds outside my window singing their songs of love to each other in the trees. ( Tweet tweet, chirp chirp...you know the sounds) Then the sun creeps through my shades letting me know it there. Next are the sounds of public transportation, ( the metro bus ) probably running late as usual, pissing a lot of people off. That fucking 33, 333, or the 105 going up Venice. A bus packed full of the variety of people that La has to offer, crowded with bad attitudes, sometimes, a bit of anxiety, most of the time....and a bus driver or two passing up that guy or woman in the wheelchair. God forbid they stop with a bus full of crowded people already running late. Everyone knows it's morally wrong, but shit, people still are hoping and wishing he doesn't stop. That's at least another 5 or more minutes that they have to wait. I'm grateful I don't do the PT( public transportation) anymore because that guy is me now. HaHa.
Now, the silence before the storm. Then comes either a quick horn, the swerving sounds, or the gentle cry of, " Hey...Fuck you. You cut me off you prick !! " Here come the traffic. Need I explain? Cars pass by like bullets on the battle field. East to West, North to South. The shit is crazy, chaotic, but a thing of beauty wrapped into one. The variety of people, cultures, religions, genders, all going to different destinations at the same time. Everybody is just on that road headed to a place trying to make their dreams come true. Some jobs you love, some you're just there trying to get a pay check, some you just fucking hate, but it's all for the same cause. Soon it'll be rush hour, and in the late afternoon people will be headed back home or maybe to get a drink so they can forget about the shit they just did today. Drink a bit, smoke a bit, or whatever other fix people may need for the problems at work. Now i don't even want to get into what the 10 or that deadly 405 has to offer. I kinda left that out on purpose. I'll save that for another day, another time.
I'll take a deep breath or two, inhale it all in, then close my eyes and say fuck it... I never was a morning person anyway. I'm going back to sleep. Headphones on, a little fluff of the pillows - head back down. Peace.