I can make it too.

What a way o fan the flames online. I saw somebody made $5000 dollars in a month online. When they were starting out. Sounds ridiculous. The next thing is people will start emailing monkeys. To spain. No to sperm.

I think you ought to factor out jealousy. How obvious would it be for you to start another blog, and monetize the blogtraffic? The issue is the little bit of traffic. Maybe if you take this blog seriously, you can take the few pieces of traffic you have.

Ride was with a black eye. I know nothing about this person accept they have a black eye now. I didn't look down on them, but I see they have a job, and I see they have an eye darker than the other one. I walked to the corner to catch the bus.

I took the bus to the neighboring city. Once I got off, I immediately went to cash a check. Once inside, I was greeted with the same familiar inside, and a rather tall man who was in front of me. I was able to pacify the crowd, and calm down the false tensions.

It seems the Mexicans want to start problems, because their numbers warrant it. In other words, for every one of another group, there seems to be like 4 Mexicans. This means they'd run trhe show if we were dummies. We aren't however.

I'm glad we're not stupid enough to let someone come to this land and take it. There was a woman there, not "
Brenda, but had big beautiful tits. Wow. I saw another woman who also had big beautiful tits at Walmart. I mean, the kind of big tits you see in a magazine, a comic book or something like that. A joy, a treat.

Brenda had big tits like that too. She was like the supermodel of her time. She had probably the biggest tits of her decade. They taste good too.

But there's more to life than tits. Not much more, but there it is. I use my anxiety to make notice of mention how I feel. No one is going to take something they didn't make any more. Instead, they, we all are, going to earn our keep.

The people kept playing games with me as a grieved the loss. I didn't have much of a Christmas. They didn't even finish my video. I paid $25 dollars for a video to be filmed, and they didn't film shit. I think they forgot. I don't even want the money back. I'd like my video. I don't simply want a wimpy excuse.

If I could do the Mortal Kombat uppercut on niggaz to solve problems, I'd do that. It's a bit fatiguing, seeing how people are against you. I wish they weren't against me or anyone else. Could they just not be against anyone at all?

I think so. But we'll have to find out in time. I'm looking forward to making my first $5000 a month from Google Adsense. How can I do that? I have the adsense installed on my phone. Will that allow me, let me make $5000? I just want, is what the kid would say. He'd say that, and then steal shit off the counter. I don't like that kid, but I love him. I wish he'd be a good boy and into a good man now.

I think in order for me to earn online, I have to go deep inside my mind and fins the knot of doubt. There's some little imp, or some balled up nerve cluster. Something inside to siphon power, consume me, and give nothing. It's like being down Alameda. I don't have a bike now, but once upon a time I rode from Alondra and Somerset to This Church. I rode on a bike. I went on the freeway onramp and all that. No helmet. I wore dress shoes. I totally did a wierd one.

I used to go and get blood taken from me, plasma. I used to earn about $400 a month doing that. I was a sucker for real. I used to go on the bus, all the way there for $35. I used to go for $70 too.

I remember one time the people waited for me, until like 8pm when they closed. It just seemed everything I did I was a loser. I'd lose. I don't know why.

But I think it's because I always felt on the inside that I was a failure. That I deserved to lose. I don't think it's true, but on the inside, did I think it was true? Not now, but before yes.

Minister Brown looked like Brenda, and even did a Brenda move! I don't know why she did that. Was I supposed to be offended, or was I supposed to be relieved? I don't know. Seeing that Brenda hasn't been around for years, I can say it was probably an insult anyway.

There will be a day when insults are few, and dollars are not. When the money is good, the value is high. How can I make the value high now? This is assuming I know what the value is already. I think if I knew what the value was, then I'd know how high to make it.

Right now, I have $12 dollars. I miss you Brenda. I had a dream that basically said, "If you step away from this, you'll be scott free." It was a blue woman, or a man-dressing woman. She wasn't cute, she was light skinned, and she needed tthe bathroom. In the dream, I asked for permission for her. I got denied. She was unable to use the bathroom there. Perhaps this was some sort of pimp relapse, where I was formally working, people would want to use the bathroom all the time.

Come to think of it, the people used to give me a hard time. All the time. Every single day, it was a challenge to see how hard I'd make it. Would I be robbed? Would people insult me? How hard would they make it for me? Every single day this.

Then the Pastor now, comes with "Take care." Like I was in trouble. Like I did something wrong. You know how lame it is to feel you're ALWAYS doing something wrong?

Lord.