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March 7th, 2010
I was reading other batches for some insight into the experiences of others. After sampling a batch written by A Mystical Leaf of Afro Zen, I was left with the taste of sauteed tomatoes, onions and spirituality in my mouth. Curiously I was reminded of the Meditation for Dummies book I read back in the summer of 1998 or 1999, and how I used to sit in the guest room of my mom's condo and patiently meditate semi-regularly. I felt nothing but increasing weight as I placed the room, the condo, the city and the unknown upon my shoulders.

May 18th, 2002
Bad. Nationwide. But no stranger to his neighbors. Pimp Daddy Agamemnon knew how to work a crowd. He never kept regular hours. No one managed to catch him at home. They knew he’d returned when their generous gifts disappeared from his doorstep. One fellow claimed he saw PDA getting his dick sucked under a streetlight. Another guy referred to PDA as his “friend,” when none of PDA’s actual inner circle were about. Much discussed. Never defined. Pimp Daddy Agamemnon left them wondering. Until his appearances, that is, which the harshest drama critic would love. Pimp Daddy Agamemnon: Modern day Ceasar.

January 8th, 2006
It's late, later than I had intended to sleep. I should get up. I don't. Last night was... interesting. Throwing a party for an ungrateful friend is always a treat. Let's not do that again. Pulling the covers up over my head, I arch my back and I pretend he's spooning me... I always liked it when he'd pull me close, breathe in my hair. In a strange way, it made me feel as if I had a purpose. Today, my purpose will be cleaning the bathroom. I should get up. He's not actually here, I hate the "pretend game".