#MNR: THE 4-5 LIKE JORDAN
“Suicide drills get your cap peeled. Crossover’s ill, have you think water spilled.”
“Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party.”
For those of y’all who have seen the movie Seven, do you remember the scene where Morgan Freeman and Brad Pitt entered the presumed killer’s apartment and encountered volumes of written notebooks the suspect possessed? I’m talking about packed wall-to-wall shelves. Each notebook had its pages (front and back) filled with writing. The shit was crazy. For full disclosure’s sake, that was actually my apartment door they kicked in. Those were my writings. I am the serial killer. Kevin Spacey was the fall guy. I pulled an eleventh hour 52 Fake Out and followed his Usual Suspects script.
Correction: cereal killer.
What up nuccas, how y’all? It’s Monday, the villain. I’m blessed. I have no complaints. All my needs are met. All my bills are paid. Well, other than the credit cards. But I put something on them. I’m current. Regardless, I’m good. Life is good. I spent most of last week in upstate NY on work-related bit-ness. I enjoyed my tine, but I’m OD happy to be home.
As I’m typing this blog, my screen went from light to dark mode. I’m almost certain that it’s coordinated with the day’s sunset. That shit is fly. Salute to all my Apple aficionados. I like uniformity throughout my tech, watch to phone to computer. That is all.
I’d rather you just call if you don’t have an iPhone. The green droid text box is nasty work. Plus, I can’t check your temperature with the read receipt.
You’re MF right I leave my read receipts on. I want you to know that I read your shit and that I also next your dumb ass. Fuck off.
If the Lord sees fit, Sunday will be my 45th trip around the sun. I’m thankful for another year of life. I’m in good spirits. I’m still on my NDO regiment. I’ve added a few more fly kix to my cache. I added some fly new threads to the wardrobe. I’m looking forward to getting out a bit more this year, beginning with the fall. Fall is my favorite season. Life is good. (Ab Soul voice) I just might be in your hood...
If you want to hit my CashApp to send a born day gift, reach your boy at $TyMonday. I also accept Zelle, Western Union, USPS, PlayStation gift cards, diamonds, indica, free dinners, and genuine HBD shouts. Give it up for the Virgos.
Tens of thousands of festival goers were able to leave the Burning Man counterculture festival in Nevada this afternoon after days of being stranded when rain led to thick mud which closed roads. Chris “Teef” Rock was amongst the attendees, which included artists, musicians and activists. Rock reportedly escaped through the desert north toward Reno, about 110 miles away. The festival has been held since 1986 and has seen its past share of issues/setbacks. There is only one confirmed fatality thus far. Attendees were said to have remained in good spirits, even though they had to ration food and shit in buckets for days. There are a couple of reasons as to why I would not have attended this festival, but none are of pressing importance. If you know me, I’m certain you can think of at least one.
I’ve got a couple of #MNR SPECIAL EDITION on deck. I’ve already conceived them. The keystrokes are merely a matter of labor. In addition to being released indiscriminately, #MNRSE always sticks to a lone topic. They are also usually pertaining to a certain special interest or popular culture. Soon come. Stay posted.
It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine, who’s world is this?
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