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BIOGRAPHY
Robert Greene, the notable author of the art of seduction, expresses that love is a belief and not a reality, and that truth is an art and not a science. While I have absolutely no intelligence, I know that smart goals must be specific, and this means to me that we must create evidence for a specific seduction that seduces mysterious identities to specify ideas that end reality as we shape it, and seek societies as we find them in our cultures,we reflect power to a life already lived in laughter, consequently murdering ourselves in the seductive regression of time, all the more clear, to a meeting of architectural alignment in war that shapes our understanding of the beginning of logic about the battle of knowledge and the consequences of truth in the law of numerical order, justice, and systematic principles of equality, regarding this game we call chosen to the force within it, that is wide to living dogma, yet useful, and narrower to the boss pimps and macks that exemplify leadership in its use, in such a way that adding expeditions to the art, simplifies the legacy by which we learn ,and that has been passed down to us through means, generations, and mechanical inspirations to engender preservation and therefore identify oneself as preserving the strength, integrity, and authenticity of this life as we become the ways that find it. A wise and prudent man studies the lives of those who have been most excellent, and through the art of imitation, demonstrates the deeds of those who have been most excellent, this is history that doesn't present us with an unequal realization of hatred, a disinfecting allure of smell, rather, it presents reality as it is, in producing equal weights of truth, we come to know power as highly effective itself in what constructs our understanding of justice as political, rather than an unstabled mind that's indecisive about what is the real question of a stable of willing assets to a wealth of national preferences of manufacturing love as the only thing protected to what a man and woman need the most, security and comfortability, and this clarity of desire has a duty to inspire change in everything we have come to accept, reject, and neglect about the dog eat dog world that we were born into. If you don't work you don't eat, so we know that men and women are worthy of the fruits of their labor, and that such fruits embody hues that cure viruses from producing, and that effects the influence of control in the circle of domain, our dominant macking can take us beyond knowledge only because our mannerisms got us into places, where 75% of our communication remained non-verbal. We are what we appear to be, people assume you are rich or poor, strong or weak by the illusion of certainty yet we are certain in our confidence, this is why I give homage to pimps, hustlers, players, and command, and the packaging of lacking a boss bitch up with immediate, yet timeless insights into the practice of independently relocating to gentrification when opportunity calls for women to break the cycle of her record and confess all unknowns to energy, mastering it to be a piece in her imagination, yet injudgemental to the skill that her potential chooses as a guide to her beliefs about men who she only by nature, creates impressions of doubt, nurtured in surprise,that evolves the unique qualities of indifference and formally cultivates the images of prosperity in serious limits and excited utterances about the future. Pimping will only take you so far when the submissive reality reaffirms that you can never be revealed in weakness, but at all times, have money that you can spend when you are strong, allowing you entry into a Republic, whereby justice is known and unknown to its dual and arguable mutual mystery of breading a without presence form of intricate inbreeding necessities, that we as neighbors justify for an escape to predict the hand that survives the most in life, while never reflecting an affection for temporal wins, rather we collide at the end of what we are unaware of, so as to know what we suspect, and evolve, exuberantly as an element unto itself,as factors in the cards that bend to pressure, witnessing in our own lives, happenstance is a standard that is not respected, and it is a chance, but not an entire defeat of the god within you, that squares assist as beautiful, and financially beneficial to the habits that we must admit that need to change, and that fiber convicts us of guilt, in our decision where the past catches up with us, and we are force to choose our destinies, wheter we learn and build a reliable evidence of persona, character or even ism, or we keep niggas oOut of our way by never knowing what way serves a profound purposes of revealing itself, we two are the only ones in loneliness who can creatively talk ourselves out of a situation coupled with our choice to characterize the virtue, customize the game, or elude the play keeping it real in how we realize reality and discern truth in the profile of the character,leading the scenario itself into a humility if understanding and projecting structure to the pinnacle call of the evident system, we created without a testimony of innocence or even in retrospect, I should say, an acknowledgement of the other party, we eliminate bottom feeders at the door by celebrating these dilemma conventions every 50th year, then we welcome debate, and get humbled by our impatience, in the end, knowledge is self gloried to know, but is elusive to the confrontation that time itself convicts itself that it is promised, and rare to produce. This is what it means to be a real nigga in the game, we are actually comforted to what we actualize and admit we never knew, only to wake to those who are asleep, and we spell out the environment out and into shape of what we think it is, in these limitations, we see unlimited and limitless possibilities shape stubborn behaviors, less reactions, and mor interactions, we interact with the drama of the development rather than the narrative of a story that I can never tell, because the game is to be sold not told, yet we always laugh when we tell ourselves what not to do. |
