My oddly dull future...

This video is...interestingly dope.

I need to fucking record some music. I haven't recorded anything in...eh...I don't know. A couple weeks, I think...it's depressing. I need to get shit done.

I want to make a song about the psycho bitch who made me the cynical bastard I am today. I nearly forgot she existed.

I want to make a song about the beach...and no it's not gonna be some "summer jam", fuck out of here.

I want to make a song about being a rich bum. Paradoxical.

And much more that I've yet to actually think of...probably another FMA based song like The Alchemist.

Growing Pain

C.I.P.A. by Violet Baudelaire

This song is OD...gotta love when Melvin does his thing. I'm gonna kill this beat though, so watch out.

And also, I think I've picked a title for the new mixtape I'm working on...Bradenton-Sarasota Music...this is shit from ME. Purely me. My goal is to be able to send this to Dino and not have him tell me I sound like CH. This is gonna be shit that the people in my area can bump. Music that'll build my local presence.

Bradenton-Sarasota Music coming soon.

Respect

I respect Mac Miller. One day, niggas will respect MY grind.

I've been lost

I have not been quite sure of what's real and what's not.

My dreams seem so real...it's scary...and I have had a multi-leveled dream. I'm just afraid that I won't be able to differentiate between sleep and waking.

I woke up this morning and thought I had a relationship with a girl who barely talks to me anymore...and has a boyfriend already. That's definitely a potentially DISASTROUS situation to dream my way into...

But regardless of how dangerous my dreams have become, I have decided I want to look into mastering lucid dreaming. To increase the power I have over The Safe Zone and my dreams which I shall now refer to as The Danger Zone...

Ambitions of A Typer

I want to make a crew.

Or a gang.

Whatever one wants to label it. It will consist of people I have never met, but we will also share a common goal/interest. Not like Perfect Strangers where we were a musical group similar to Slaughterhouse, but more like Young Money...except not faggots.

Then, we can make a cool anthem and shit and go buck wild fucking bitches and getting money, right?

What the fuck am I thinking, fuck a crew. Crews might stick a knife in your back on some Julius Caesar shit...not that I'm against having associates. But I keep most mother fuckers at arms length for good reason.

And with that, I ask myself why I am here procrastinating when I should be downloading Adobe Audition for this new laptop of mine and writing to beats for the(Safe)Zone.3.

And I need to drop the other two projects in that series...much to do, much to do.

Got My New Laptop

And I have named it HK-50

And with that done, I got straight to work crafting draft #1 of the(Safe)Zone.3.

I'll be talking to certain people about certain beats soon. It feels good to have my base of operations back.

But anyway, next month I WILL release the(Safe)Zone.2.

I just need to get the trailer done and possibly drop another single...and I NEED blog support. I don't have that right now...and that's NOT good. This project is too good to go unnoticed. It needs to be heard.

But I'll handle that...somehow.

In the meantime, enjoy this beautiful trailer

I have returned...

After being immersed in the goings on of the safe zone for nearly two months while also trying to finally bring the safe zone to the people, I have finally found my way back to this haven of mine.

Beings of note I have encountered during my prolonged absence:

Melvin Burch
Connor Harrington
Myself
The Jedi Exile (Reference: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Jedi_Exile)

Terms of Interest:
Sunrider
Holocron

That is all for now...