So, iv'e finally figured out the greatest mystery in the story of my life. Why are you single Christopher? Well, Christopher is single for a number of reasons. First, he cant seem to turn his love switch off. I mean, he could take a rat, with not a life plan; See the world in her, and mold feelings for her. Reason for this method of desperation . He grew up with a single mother. She drug him where ever she went. He saw the pain in her. One man to another. How could he treat another single mother in anyway but a respectful manner.

See the blame doesn't lie within the confines of the all to common female race. It lies within I. That brings me to my next reason. Christopher fears the female race. There I said it, and it feels damn good. The all powerful female entity, just sort of omnipotent. The ability they have to just teleport from one man, to another. Notice, not all females know their true power. However, when they find that missing link, and operate at full blast, smh it's a force to be reckoned with.

Well, im a little tired of spilling my guts out for the evening. You folks, or the one person listening, have a good night. I'll be back, hopefully with some good news

Being that everyone is too busy on fb, I don't have a problem being open about myself on here, I mean like who's really gonna read this. I have a problem, not to much a big problem, but just something that is delaying my happiness, and could potentially leave me to die a lonely man. I dont know how to love, i have no patience, I cant make up my mind, and I often convince myself that someone is not feeling me the same. My job is to travel, I can literally be anywhere in the world in a matter of hours. On these "trips", I run into beautiful women, I mean drop dead gorgeous women. But I just want someone simple, that i can see within a matter of hours consistantly. I am scared of women, in the denial aspect mostly, I hate to be denied. Even worst, i hate to be led on, or mis led. For ex: I was on a trip out to the boston area, portsmouth new hampshire to be exact. We went to a bar, where i saw the most attractive African American sistah I have seen at that time. So after i finished my drink, i approached her. We had a good little convo, in which my number was given. She said she would call, but for the the sake of time, she did not. To be mis led by that caliber of beauty smh. I can honestly say that i was confident that she would call. But im tired of typing so, you'll get part 2 of the " I cant stand me" later

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Could it be, that im the only drone in a world full of humans. Or am I the only human in a world full of drones. My thoughts, views, and beliefs are frowned upon more than often. We do not exist in my world, it is only I. For I am, what the fuck am I? Am I a purpose, or am I a waist of time. I peruse the city streets at night swearing that I am an angel, and looking for a way back home, if you get my drift. Waiting for the assistance of a more popular angel, to swipe at me, removing me from the very flesh that covers my soul. Out of my spine will stretch the wings of an eagle. Shoot, i bet i can make it to heaven with one leap.

Love finally

So close to heavenly this girl she was divine, aint wanna disrespect her so i chose another time, i

had to catch her on a day when she would look her worst, and leave her ego sitting on the table in

her purse, we had to bump heads in a way she wouldn't notice, so i could get attention but i didn't

wanna show this, i played it off lovely as i peeked around the corner, look up to the heavens pray'n

it didn't dawn on her, that i was in pursuit for a while now, im willing to bow down, all my playa

cards for this one i could crown thou, queen of the impossible.... i need a hospital, im love sick and

i need relief quick, love doc said the playa don't deserve another chance, so i said remove it from

me, so my love life could advance, now back to reality my missions in continue, i turned the

corner grinning cause i knew that i was winning, i open up my mouth without a doubt, and then

my phone rang, by the time i looked back up my girl was out.....ouch

Girls just wanna have fun

When im ready for you, you aint ready for me, so im guessing that
means, we aint ready for we, she aint ready for he, he seems ready
to be, in love, but seems to be in love just only he, because she frontin,
and every time he asks her out, she says she wants to have fun no
man to worry bout, other words she wants to fck, with not ties and/or relations,
it's like i never knew you, speaking foreign like a Haitian, we've been in deep
communication, since the start of education, but now shes sleeping on me, but
im faced with deprivation, remember you a time bomb, when you messing with these dudes,
they'll blow your stomach up, and leave you when support is due, but I'll never
do you wrong, remember when the disk jockey first played our song, we danced all
night long, and when we couldn't speak without smiling at each other, and the
first time i said ma'am was when i met your mother, but you dont seem to value the
moments that we've had, you wanna have fun and dip love which truthfully is sad....cause girls just wanna have fun....

Guilty set up

So take a look in my eyes, and tell me what you really see when i cry,
a man whos lost it all, or a mans cunning disguise, look fast, because a
stare could lead to your demise, and yeah you feeling bad makes it easy
on the thighs, the chase, for first place to your hearts bout to start,
and iv'e been running for this gold since last march, so i put on my shoes
and i wait for the gun, im cocked and fully loaded, spittin game from the
tongue, you cannot get away neither, because i am quick with mine, before
you change the subject, i present another line, so you smile and say that's
kind, i start to smile in my mind, because i got you, the venus fly trap and
the fly......

Ode to hip hop

Oh hip hop, where for art thou flava, where a mist is thy influence
on the black man, is thou hidden deep within the narrows of thy master,
i hear the clinks of your chains as they drag across dance floors to
the beat of the whips that crack, thus the phrase, that song is crack,
as rhythmic zombies you two step your way to devour the brains of
mankind, beginning with the helpless youth of your own, as creatures of
the night, you rebel against all that is pure and positive, so positively
there is no hope, but that new found hope is me, a rhythmic cure for the
common slave master trustee, a melodic harmony also known as the key, to
the shackles that cut deep inside those once upon a time independent feet,
that ran so fast that the white man picked you first in everything, I am
here, with the underground rail road fueled by god, so there will be no
stops to freedom, show your boarding pass instead of, showing your ass,
and climb on board the freight train to glory, reclaim your throne, BLACK MAN...