¡A Xangan Network!  

     So I have four new websites up.  The links are just below my banner at the top.  The name of the link describes what each website’s main focus is.  I just thought I should add a bit of organization to this site.  You know, remove the clutter (and put it somewhere else, lol!).  I hope this makes things easier for all of you who read my posts.  Anytime I have something new up, I’ll make a bulletin on this site notifying all of you that I have some new material, and then tell you where it is.  No need to subscribe to those sites if you’re subscribed to me.  Going and checking on them daily would be a waste of your time, however, checking this site is sure to have something new up atleast every 3 or 4 days.  The other sites, however, might not be as frequently updated due to lack of any new material for posting purposes.  I guess what I’m trying to say is that you should definitely check these sites out once I get things on there.  Again, I’ll make sure to tell you of anything new.  Thanks!

[buff] Muff
Original Highland 6lokk Gangstar
Eminent Threat 2 The “Free World”
The Man Without A Point

…I’m SOOOOO confused!

You guys, help me decide on what I want please! 

(6uff) Muff
Hustler by Day
Original Highlandx 6locc Gangstar @ Nite
Eminent Threat to the “Free World”
The Man Without A Point

¡Caution! :  A suprisingly lengthy post is about to manifest.  Readers have been warned!

Ignorance…

     My personal opinion is that all ignorant people should be shot on site.  However, I must remember that we are all ignorant.  The only difference between each other is the matter of degree that we are.  Let me put it this way.  When I come up with an Ignorance Rating Chart, all people that score a 3 or below on a scale of 1 to 10 (10 being the least ignorant) will be removed from society, secured in some fashion (i.e. cruel, inhumane, humiliating) to a gigantic record player that is blasting Bob Dylan’s “Mr. Tambourine Man” in Dolby Digital Surround Sound.  Yeah, that would be great.  Heh

     Now this small ramble has just made me realize that I, in the process of writing an entire paragraph, have failed to even hint at the meaning of my title.  So now I will explain it (…before I forget again  ).

Ignorance Killed The Cat, not Curiosity!

     I’ve been doing some serious think-tank sessions with these sorts of idioms, because they are used so much.  I have discovered that most wise tales are based on false judgements, along with embellishments and elaborations upon the truth of a story.  With this in mind, I came to the deduction that most idioms are probably based upon superstition.  Case-In-Point:  “Break a mirror and have bad luck for 7 years”,”It’s bad luck if a black cat crosses your path.”, or “It’s bad luck to walk between the legs of a ladder.”.  So this leads me to the idiom “Curiosity Killed The Cat”.  I started thinking to myself about this idiom, reasoning with logic to find a motive behind the arrangement and selection of each word in the idiom. 

…Curiosity

     How on Earth could curiosity hurt anything?  It’s an action before the action that leads up to effect.  So I ask myself:

What would come after curiosity and before the effect (i.e. Curiosity killed the Cat), death being the effect in a four-strain reaction?

     I found that answer to be ignorance.  Think about it for a second.  Let’s say a cat was killed, Autopsy Report reads :  Death by Duel-Wheeled Ford F-250 Extend Cab @ 65mph (just to jerk those tears from those cat fanatics.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m one too.  However, I need something theatrical for my readers to relate to.). 

Did the cat die because curiosity propelled it to cross the 6 lane interstate highway to see if there was a ball of yarn across the way, did it die because of its ignorance to acknowledge that there was a Duel-Wheeled Ford F-250 Extended Cab barreling down the highway at 65 mph?

     I have just come to another realization.  Perhaps it was not one or the other that held the sole responsibility for the death of the cat (Omitting the fact that it was the cat’s decision that had the responsibility for its death above all.)  Perhaps it was both factors that played into the feline’s demise.  There were two actions of ignorance and one action of curiosity. 

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  Ignorance #1:  The cat decides to cross the street.  It gave in to its feelings, discarding obvious and logical alternatives in the process.  Note that the feeling of curiosity will always override any thought of common sense and/ or self-consciousness to surroundings, due to the fact that it is natural for any living thing to have the desire to explore, discover, create, and question.  This overriding action creates a disregard for the more sensible of choices within a singular decision.  Therefore, the first action of ignorance was found in the neglection of choice for the provision of the more prominent of needs.  Conclusively, the first action of ignorance was the creation of a hierarchy between the needs and the desires of living things, where the living organism makes its desires the king.  In this hierarchy, it’s foundation has been embedded with the time-hardened gene sequences passed down from generation to generation within a species whose evolution is driven by Natural Selection.  In end to “Ignorance #1″, it is ultimately the placement of desires over needs that sets up for the downfall of a species.
  
  
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  Curiosity #1:  The cat is now walking across the road.  There are no threats to survival.  The first action of curiosity in this reation is merely an effect of the previous action of ignorance, due to the fact that the feeling of curiosity was the choice in the event of a decision that the instincts of the organism found principal amoung the rest of the choices offered. 
  
  
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  Ignorance #2:  At the time that the previous two actions were taken, there was no factor of motion.  At this particular time, there is a Duel-Wheeled Ford F-250 Extended Cab travelling down the highway at 65 mph.  At this point, desire becomes more of a distraction than a stimulation.  The cat has the choice to acknowledge the threat and take necessary precautions for survival, or it has the choice to fail to yield to the threat, but instead remain focused upon the point in space that triggered its curiosity. 

     This is that forked-road that everyone talks about coming to sometime in your life.  A literally split-second decision can alter the life of an organism entirely.  History is altered by only that of choice.  Nothing else can control the outcome in an action but a choice.  A singular choice to or to not smoke cigarettes could determine your lifespan, your job, your income, your spouse, the clothes you wear, all the way down to your sexual activity.  So in this session of thought, I have concluded that the power of choice is a force to wreckon with, perhaps nowhere physically, but historically and mentally, emotionally and psychologically, it is lifesaving, or potentially fatal.  I have also concluded, and I will repeat my early statement: 

“It is ultimately the placement of desires over needs that sets up for the impending downfall of a species.”

(Ignorance Killed The Cat, Not Curiosity:  “The Fate of a Species Balances Upon a Singular Choice” © Wm. Caleb Cooley 2005)

   …I just realized something profound…

     That speculation in the first paragraph about a gigantic record player blasting Bob Dylan’s “Mr. Tambourine Man” in Dolby Digital Surround Sound would affect my readers so much more if I actually had Bob Dylan’s “Mr. Tambourine Man” playing in the background.  How genius it would be.  Too bad I can’t find a link to the song, and God forbid he actually have a music video to it.  Yeck!  I guess the reason why I chose that song in particular is because the writing in it is so subliminal.  Few people actually realize that Bob Dylan wasn’t talking about a happy little guy shaking his tambourine.  Instead, he was talking about a Crack Dealer.  For all those who can’t add, here you go:

Play a song for me = Sell me some Crack

I’m not sleepy = I’m not high anymore

     Now that we’ve analyzed the genius¹ of Bob Dylan, we can now move on to more pressing issues

¹(Little Known Fact of English Literature:  In this particular usage of the word genius, instead of meaning intelligent, it would mean the splendiferous romance with  the “Lady in the Sky with Diamonds”.). 

Pressing Issues

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  Is it an omen that almost all of the original Little Rascals have been killed in terrible accidents?
  
  
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  How many licks does it take to get to the center of Planet Earth?
  
  
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  What ever happened to Nelly’s band-aid?
  
  
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  Can Jamie Foxx really sing, or does he just have a pretty voice?
  
  
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  Why on Earth is Xanga so addicting?

…unless I already AM insane that is.  Then, I don’t really have a reason why I wrote it all on Xanga.

<~ ¡Enjoy Incubus! ~>

(6uff)Muff
Hustler by Day
Original Highlandx 6locc G @ Nite
Eminent Threat to the “Free World”

Ugh!  The sickness is….overwhelming.  I got a cold, and a stomach virus, AT THE SAME TIME!  Its karma.  I swear it’s karma.  Damn you Karma!  I gotta get that back in check soon. 

Shaya is supposed to come over today, but I really don’t want her to get sick, which, if she does come over, I KNOW she’ll get sick.  Its just how these things work.  It snowed, er, sleeted today.  Those damn weather guys can never get it right these days.  You’d figure with all the technology they have, they could at least tell us that it’s raining without putting their head out the window first.  No poetry coming to me lately.  I’m all poemed out.  Is that even a verb? 

…all “poemed” out.

Is it even a word?  Anyways, I’m gonna go fix me something to eat, and TRY to eat it.  I haven’t been able to keep anything down all day, so I’m starving, but my body’s got me going anorexic for the time being (heh heh, that was supposed to be somewhere along the lines of humorous, but I guess my humor is having a sick day too.  Oh well!) 

Back to the drive-by last Sunday morning next-door.  I found it that it was 6loodz that did it.  Go figure.  I’m contemplating buying a red bandana, doing something profoundly unmentionable in it, putting it on a 6lood’z doorstep, and then lighting it on fire. 

Then again, I had better have a .45 or something on me if they catch me.  I wouldn’t want any “misunderstandings” to take place in that event.  Now where am I going to get a .45 at?  Ah!  Bones will know.  He knows everything.  At least, he THINKS he knows everything.  I can always find him down there at Shark’s Pool Hall because he THINKS he knows how to play pool.  He THINKS he knows how to manufacture LSD to 198% pure quality.  How on God’s green Earth can it be 198% pure?  That’s just bad math!  He thinks he knows how to blow things up, because supposably he was a demolition expert back in the Gulf War.  Given that I have no credentials, I confidently believe that I KNOW how to blow things up just as well.  It’s called:  50 Caliber Rifle and a Exxon fuel truck. 

BIG BOOM!

Nevertheless (doesn’t that word seem like someone was just too lazy to add spaces, so they just wrote everything together, and people started playing follow-the-leader and did it too, kinda like people who read DMV’s posts?), it doesn’t really matter if he can get a .45 or not.  I can always call up my cuhz, Tmac, and he’ll know.  And if he doesn’t know who has one for sale, he’ll know where to get one.  I know where I can pay $75 to get a .50 caliber glock.  Those are pretty nice, or so I’ve heard . 

Why am I contemplating on where to acquire a pistol?  I can just go in my Dad’s gun safe.  Except for the fact that he doesn’t really have any pistols, only rifles and shotguns.  Oh well, I’m better with shanks anyways.  I can throw knives, fight with knives, I’m a regular Bill The Butcher.  Let’s hope it never has to come down to that though.

We on Ridgeway Avenue
Oh.B.G’s do wut we got 2 do
4 all those h8trs out there
Who don’t care
Better beware,
this my ultimatum 2 u.
You might call me
the kingpin of Highland,
here since age seven
I know tha game
its still tha same
and you’ll still fall short
of what I am.
You pop on my bklock
I’ll make sure you
don’t pop no more
Cut your fingers off,
no trigga pull
Now your eatin’ thru straws
No forks for you!
First name be Will
But just call me Bill
Bill tha Butcher
I seal ya death with a shank
Knockin’ off more punks
than Ashton Kutcher.
Don’t need no gang
to have my back
get that Mosberg 12
straight off tha rack.
Don’t be mad
cuz you do it to yourself
N*gg* talk s**t
Ya whole body be
lit up,
hit up,
can’t be saved by Nip-Tuck.
Pop that chump
Dump tha pump
Stash his body up in tha trunk.
Now we on Trivista Street.
I’d like you to meet
My n*gg* Flame
he came,
he saw,
he raw.
Black flags
All day
straight Folkin’
Three-five-seven mags
got b!t© n*gg*s croakin’.
We gotta sack of that good
Tokin’ just like we should.
On that Dro we smoke
Feelin’ blown we choke.
After tha green
hit tha “Portz”
hundreds in a box
F**k tha shortz.

…To be Continued!!!

Mmm…Westside Love

I’m getting into some tag art.  Let’s see if anyone knows where these are.











-Buff Muff-
Hustler by Day
Original Highland Blocc Gangstar @ Nite
Eminent Threat

So I’m Clean of Drugs…

There are some things in life that its hard to turn your back on.  For example, Kolby Nathaniel.  Back in the day when I smoked bud, I bought a quarter ounce of Hydro for $100.  Actually, it was a very good deal.  The thing is, everytime I smoked with him, he wanted a bud.  Then one day he saw my King Bud, a hydro bud that was about 7 inches long and 3/4 of an inch in diameter.  He pinched it from my sack.  He’s a Blood now and I’m a Crip.  I can’t be mad at him because I’ve known him almost all my life.  He used to be my neighbor back in the day.  Sometimes, you have to forgive and forget.  I don’t have a problem with any gang in particular.  Hell, if given a chance, I’d start my own damn gang right here on Highland Block.  I guess its all been one big experience.  I have alot of connection in alot of different places now.  Crips, Bloods, Latin Kings, P.W.G., just a lot of people.  And I have some good friends.  People that are judged too soon.  My cuhz, Tmac, saved my life.  As much as people say he’s a bad kid, he’s my guardian angel from what I see. 

Just remember to look around you and realize your own place before you start putting other people in theirs. 

Fuck this.  This can be hopscotch if I want it to be. 

Time to turn my life around.  No more gangs or drugs..  I don’t really worry about people knowing my government name anyways: 

William Caleb Cooley
201 Ridgeway
Hot Springs, Ar.  71901

Any6ody got a problem with me, you know where to find me.  Step on my 6lock, you step into my game.  I make the rules on Highland Blocc.

Simmons you wanna play, come 6ring your king kong ass over here in your ghetto 6eaner-mobile and try something. 

Someone tell him that the night he found me in the parking garage 6y his truck writing a note, I wasn’t writing something 6ad, I was trying to apologize.  Don’t jump to conclusions next time.  He’s lucky, chasing me around like that.  I had an 8 inch shank in my 6acc pocket the whole time.

I don’t need no CRiPz or 6loodz to have my bacc.  I gotta 12g Shotty to do my dirty work for me.

Sick of girls playing games with me.  I’m looking for a relationship, not a game of Tic-Tac-Toe!

Fuck 6loodxz.  They never dxidx anything for me excepxt steal my 6udx.  Still haven’t talkedx to that kidx since.

Some of my friends today asked how could I turn my 6ack on the Crip Nation.  I said “Easy.” and I walked away.  A friend of mine once told me 6eing in a gang ain’t no hopscotch.  I’ve got news for him.  I’ve 6een there.  I had to walk that line, with 12 people on each side, throwin fists and kickin.  I made it to the end of that line with a 6loo6y lip, jammed finger, and 6ruise on my side, still standin.  They wanna throw anything else at me this time, I’ll throw 6ack.

I’ve 6een clean of drugs for 3 weeks, 4 days, and I’m out!

To all Gangs:

No crippin’ for today.  I just don’t feel like it.  Don’t have the time to put x’s and k’s in front of D’s and P’s and B’s and replace the B’s with 6′s.  Just not worth it.  Never really wanted any disrespect.  Only got in because I got peoples’ backs and they got mine.  Don’t feel like dyin’.  As much as I’m tryin’ to stay alive in this neighborhood of violance, I don’t need this.  People dyin’ everywhere I look.  Whether its from smokin’ or smoke from a barrel, or suicide, or overdose, or car wrecks, or stupid s***.  Life’s too precious for people to waste.  Why haste what’s already coming?  Make it last, don’t blast that cannon at the individual whom you don’t even know.  Not that it makes it any better to do it at those you do.  I’ll respect you unless you do something that waivers that mind set.  Don’t let color represent your manhood.  Let the man represent HIS hood.  Don’t like the fact that people are poppin’ glocks on my own block.  Even if I wasn’t a gang associate, I would still stick up for the ones on Highland, whether they Bloodz or Crip.  I grew up in this neighborhood, know the streets like the backside of my hand.  I love my block.  When I was seven, it wouldn’t matter what color I or they wore, I could still go into anyone’s house for Thanksgiving and Christmas, celebrate what I’ve got and what God brought. 

I’ll say again to everyone, whether their Bloodz, Cripz, Folk, Peoples, LK, Disciples, or non-affiliates: 

Above all, let the man represent his own hood, not the color.

Here’s some of the lyrics to a new track I’ll be droppin’ soon.  Gotta find a beat for it though.

All I hear are
Gunshot p_kop_ks at my d_koorstep_k
Another 6urn thru skin
When .45 slugs ignite
I wond_ker if someones life
was taken tonight.
I wonder if somed_kay
it might B_k mine.
Tod_kay I might 6e fine
6ut tomorrow I could_k 6e lyin’
in a 6ox of p_kine.
Two years from now
left smokin
in the meat wagon
On that mat d_kyin’
All I’m doin tod_kay
Is tryin’
to survive and_k
All I hear are
Gunshot p_kop_ks at my d_koorstep_k
Another 6urn thru skin
When .45 slugs ignite
I wond_ker if someones life
was taken tonight.
D_kone d_kod_kged_k d_keath twice
D_kemise is comin for me
Life ain’t guaranteed_k on tha 6lock
You can tell by tha sound of that glock.
My P_k.O. says there’s skeletons in my closet.
Gotta get em’ out 6efore they consume whats left.
This 6lue on my chest will be the d_keath of me
I know this
I know I kiss
The d_keath Angel’s lip_ks
Which may translate to
to the sting of hollowtip_ks
This Crip_k I roll with
gonna cause this p_kain in my 6rain
Make me insane
from the images that I’ve seen
knowing I couldn’t have d_kone a thing
To save the lives that were lost
Lives that had_k no cost
P_kriceless in their own
There’s only one thing known
6etter make my life
Worth something
6ecause tomorrow
I might 6e
gone.
All I hear are
Gunshot p_kop_ks at my d_koorstep_k
Another 6urn thru skin
When .45 slugs ignite
I wond_ker if someones life
was taken tonight.
I wonder if somed_kay
it might B_k mine.

EDIT

The cops just pulled up with an ambulance. 

They just wheeled him out on a mat.

Sheet over his face.

Damn.

(R.I.P.)

XBuff Muff
Original Highland Street G.
Neh6uhood 60

R.I.P. Maddie Jr. A K A “Madd Cyte”

This shit had me craccin up for hours

     Time to look back in time.  I found (well actually, she found me), Betsy’s site.  That has me really excited considering I haven’t seen or talked to her in a year.  Since I’m out of band for the time being, I probably won’t get to see her.  But yeah, I’m happy about all of that good jazz.  On a side note, this monitor on my ankle is a pain.  They have it too tight.  I wish I didn’t screw up like this.  Oh well, I have to pay the consequences of my actions though, or else I’ll just move to Canada.

…time to bring back the old-school

…Okay

I screwed up today.  I skipped school.  Not a big deal right?  Wrong.  That is a violation of Rule #3 of my probation regulations.  On top of that, I had a knife.  That would be a violation of Rule #10 of my probation regulations.  The thing is:  It wasn’t like a shanking knife or even a pocket knive.  It was a pearing knife that I was using to peel an apple.  That’s some definite BS.  So now I’m on House Arrest.  That means I have to wear this bulky thing on my ankle that lets the government track my every move.  Then I have my court date.  The results of that could be anywhere from me going to Juvenille Detention for 3 months, to going to Job Corp. in Russellville for a long time.  This really sucks.  So if I’m not posting for a while, it’s not because I’m dead, well, it could be, but it’s probably because I don’t have a computer to access from my prison cell or my dorm room hell.  Expect ALOT of poetry to result out of these future experiences, and if I walk away from my cell well a shank scar in my side, well, thats how life goes down in the Pen.  I’m in some stuff I really don’t want to be in.  But I gotta deal, because I’m a gangstar like that.

Uhhg.  I hate writing “Edit“

I’ll do it anyways, though.

I went to the Twin Pointes Juvenille Center to get my “Judicial Bling” on.  It’s not too awful actually.  They’ve come up with every way possible to keep you from getting out of it though.  Anti-tamper this and that.  Wires in the strap that when cut will set off an alarm.  A clasp that requires “a special tool” AKA a screwdriver and bobby pin.  Yes, I can get out of anything almost.  With the world at my fingertips (the internet) there is no telling what I can dig up about inferior parts in this device.  On a side note, it was very nice seeing Shaya, Kelly, Jonathan, Jacob, Lakota, Ryan, Will, Adam, and Flame last night at the X-Mas Parade.  Speaking of X-mas, have you heard that people are trying to rename the idea of the “Christmas Tree” as the “Holiday Tree” to make it more politically correct?  Is it just me, or am I not the only one that feels the need to just slap some of these people on the back of the neck.  You can’t mess with tradition and history baby.  It just doesn’t work.  Anyways, I’m waiting for a call back from Twin Pointes about getting this monitor hooked up right.  Then, I’m off to school.  Later.

(buff)Muff
Hustler by Day
Hardcore Gangstar @ Nite
Highland Street Original G
Loc’d In 4 Life Cuz