Say Something

Blogger help me please to get some ish off my chest
I'm stressed, the jobs got a blade to my neck
I come home heated to heated dungeons of my living
Flying needles threaten over my head for the sacrifices to be given
This is it. The days of pain and toil have begun
The sky has darken from rays of the black sun
The game is strong and not meant for every player
You take down who you can, throned as a soul slayer
And all along, the one that stands by you is the strongest
Dealing with your bull charging into her heart is the hardest
You can't pour out every emotion cuz most cups come pre-filled
There's no sense crying out the water's drowning from the last spill
I shriek. The thought that my rock will be gone soon
A collection of my soul in rhytmn echos in my room
I sit still, as though not to upset the balance
Breath in the deep frustration and release the screams into silence
I am the enzyme, the spark, the ignition call me two sticks, better yet two stones
But don't slap me together, for the revolution is coming and I must be thrown

Bills Bills Bills

Water posed to be free (c)Comic View.

Every week I feel like I'm paying a bill. I can't even get new glasses cuz I'm afraid I will not have enough money for a bill. I know what you saying, "G just budget." I am but things keep changing: a new bill here, more hours here. I never know when its enough. Plus I'm trying to live. I ain't blowing all of my money if I go out but dang it can I get a drink (or buy a lucky lady a drink)? I just wish somebody would drop 10 g's on me. I would smile and run to the bank and pay off some loans.

Anyways, we all got bills, ain't nothing to cry or write about. I'll tell you something to write about: making it happen. I'm getting so good at my job they starting to hate me. We the worst bank in the area but I believe they put a bunch of us together to turn it around. And damn it, we gonna make it happen. Because if I can do it, everybody should do it.

And on making it happen. I have no idea whether or not its appropriate to holla at girls that come to my window. They look good, but I don't wanna say anything that will get a sexual harrasment suit on me or make anybody uncomfortable banking with me. Ain't no worse feeling when I'm the only window open and there is only one customer in line but she wanna wait for somebody else. Burrnnnnnnn!!! Some of it I think is sexism. There are a lot more female tellers and customer feel more comfortable. I think a teller is a female job. Because all the guys like talking to the ladies and all the ladies like talking about lady stuff to the ladies. Where does that leave me, with the mexicans. I have no problem with the mexicans, I'm with you on the immigration thing but damn learn a couple of banking words when you open an account. Its your money, you should know how to say cash, deposit, and cashback.

In the end we going to make it happen this year. One way or the other. "By any means necessary"(c)Martin on Malcom.

Updates on my cooking game:

Meals I've made:
Fried Chicken: put some flour on boneless skinless chicken. Ummm that was good.
Pork Chops: Chops where to small, but i marinated them joints over night they was okay.
Rice: rice game is on point. I don't even burn the bottom. Just need to find the right amount of salt.
Sos pra(gray to you english speaking eaters): Black beans was pretty good, Lima beans didn't make out so good.
Corn Bread: don't mess with my cornbread.

UP NEXT: Barbeque wings and Fried Chicken wings cuz I still have some flour left.

What if it is about money

We all want it, we all need it, we all are going after it (well, except African bush families, they just trying to survive, but I ain't mad at them though). Moneymoneymuuhhhnay! Muuhhnay! In our continuous search for it those that didn't have success in gaining the green came up with the idea that not all life is about getting money. Life is suppose to be about love and relationships and people. Forget that. I don't remember the last time seeing someone with money being sad. Being able to afford anything in life, especially every little thing must be a great feeling. I know it must because when I have some extra money and getting some more mints then usually feels good, so getting the extra navigation system in your new mercedes benz must be incredible.

Leads me to think that all the thugs, criminals, and hustlers that aren't really rich like the white folk with trust funds but still got money to get the benz got it right. They getting money right. They looking fly and blinging and attracting dumb broads for a night. Sure they may not live as long or the drug thing catches up to them or somebody snitches and there is jail time but hey for a couple of months if not years they were ballas during their prime. Sure they are doing wrong killing each other but for the moment at the club while I'm there trying to holla at the same girls and all the ballas have to do is show up with the bling and ride and girls are all over them, they're having more fun then me. And if they aren't, let me get some money and show them how to do it.

The hardest thing about life is dealing with people. People suck in general. I wish I was an animal in the jungle or the safari desert. The rules are simple and instinct. If you the boss, you fight to earn it and keep it and then you get all the ladies. The loser runs and leaves you the hell alone. You migrate with your folk when need be, you sleep when you're not eating, and you make love when in heat.
Ultimately that is what human life is about, but we have one problem: a complicated matter of neurons, cells, and grey matter - the brain. Sure the brain can be fun. Comedians make you laugh, scientist create amazing gizmos, even love warms you up inside. But after that its all downhill when it comes to thinking. When people think bad things occur. They think they know everything, they think they can do anything, they think they are always right.

Well let me tell you what I think. I think whatever you put into a situation you get out. So the next time you are rude to a person expect the same thing back. And yall are lucky I need a job or the thing you'd be getting back is a knuckle sandwich.

Johnny's at WAR

So Johnny says to me:
Life is over, the war has begun
They just bombed Allah's son
They turn and smile at us like it was fun
The streets are deadly, guns are heavy
Raised to our heads, streaming bullet sounds becomes a melody
We're not safe, there's no one for protection
They're coming closer now, destroying our main sections
First it's New York then its DC
Then its here I can feel them watching me
They're stalking me, and you, yes you and I
Must watch out for their evil eyes
At the corner stores and the bus stops
They're checking street signs and looking at their watch
Where will they hit next, where shall they strike first
Leaving diseases in mail or killing mothers at birth
They've tapped into our phone lines, tapped in to our cells
They'll jumble your words and make you buy and sell
It's all over man, there's not much time left
Learn this information, not many know it yet
So I reply:
Why ain't you in a bomb shelter or hiding in the woods?
Why ain't you arming yourself or storing up goods?
To this Johnny squeals:
Man I gotta go to work, ain't nobody paying my bills!!

Oh no no!!

What's this? I'm posting twice in one day? I must have no life.

Yeh well I don't care m***f***s. I can do what I do. I'm just writing cuz I had a good day today. I got acknowledge by my peers as a helpful worker. I ended the day well, made a couple of friends, got rid of the first scholarship app so I can focus on other thangs, its just been a good day (oh and I seen a lot of booty).

One thing I love abou ATL is that you get to see booty. To the women reading, yes I'm looking; to the men, yeh they is nice. After all the booty I seen today, I'm thinking of making a bumper sticker that says, "Will stop for booty." or "Honk if you see one (outline of a phatty next to it)". Those would be tight. I wonder if they are already out there. I really enjoy just watching a great butt bounce after squeezing upward while walking. Beautiful just beautiful. But I'm not just being a sexual harrassing pervert. I'm just point out beauty. Like if I saw a nice car, I would say something, if I saw a sunset, I would say something. So whenever I see a beautiful booty I say , "High five for Jesus. Keep making them that way" (c) Murs.

But on another note, my day just ended horrible.

Me in the Advertising Business

Pick up a magazine and tell me what you see
Secret lies of sex, romance and an occasional ad you recognize from T.V.
Now throw those glossy pages into a bin
Look to the sky and imagine that the billboard captured your attention
The question is who¢s wasting whose money
Consumers are buying the other brand because your ad was, kind of funny
Well isn¢t that a kick, a million dollar super ad can be worth spit
There¢s no return on a well-designed, creative look without benefits

And how come all the black people have to dance and sing
Is our demographic only entertained by rapping cell phone rings
I know that there is more to this
There is a whole image that must be fixed
My role in this business is to bring some new thought
Make people feel confident with what they bought
Dispel the idea that we sell C.R.A.C.K, Consumer Resources Addressed Creatively to Kids
But instead invest in better products to help people live

Oh but lets be real, I'm no saint
The real reason I¢m here is because I'm broke and can¢t paint
I just want to make a living out of the crazy ideas in my dreams
Like the time I saw a monkey riding a bull made out of shaving cream
I struggle for the day my words form a thousand pictures
And a screen print out is the exact CMYK mixture
My ideas will jump off lips and evoke laughter
To be the most well-known unknown is all that I¢m after

****I wrote this for an advertising scholarship. You think I will get it? Only God knows.

Hey blogger...

"Hey Blogger."

"Hey what's up?"

So what are you going to tell us today.

Oh I don't know. A little bit of this, a little bit of that.

Aw c'mon blogger you know you don't have anything real to say.

Yeh, I know. Who is reading anyways, right?

Nobody Blogger. Nobody.

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So I offered my seat to nice young lady yesterday, Valentines Day and she says no. I said, "Are you sure?" She said, "No, I'm okay. I'll just stand over here."

What the...? Listen and this is to all the ladies of the millenium, I don't really want to give up my seat but as a gentlemen I follow gentlemen rules ("break it down G, break it down!")

Let me break it down:

1. Hold the door for a lady
2. Give up your seat for lady
3. Let the lady go first
4. Let a lady know she is beautiful

And thats what I do. But the key to the gentlmen rules is the compliance with the "lady". If you don't comply, I cease being a gentlemen, meaning I'll scrap all the rules and just be an ass. I'll start following the ass rules ("preach G, preach")

Let me preach:

1. Hold the door for a lady and let it go when its just out of reach.
2. Get up from my seat to dap a homey and then demand, "Move Bitch! I was sitting there."
3. Bust a swim move around a lady and command "Move Bitch!"
4. "Hey baby, I could ride you all night long with that ass!"

So to every lady, do your part and keep the gentlemen alive.

Now we gonna pass the collection plate for offering.

just making sense

"So you're telling me that hip hop has sold out to mainstream?"

"Not all of hip hop, but yes the ones that got little jimmy smith of 42 suburbia road walking around like he's a gangsta has lost the true meaning of hip hop. Their suppose to be selling a message through their story."

They are telling their story.

No. No. No. They saying what they can sell to the mainstream and most of it ain't even real anymore. You telling me they can rap about still selling drugs and holding gats without getting a little trouble from the police. Its all fake. If they was real, they wouldn't need all that. They'd tell the truth. How most niggas don't make it out. How most niggas are locked up for stupid shit. How most niggas on the block have the most potential in the world but they too dumb trying to follow the fast dream, the get rich scheme, trying to make a quick buck.

Well what's wrong with showing what they've got? If you never had nothing and finally got some shine, you'd be flossing too.

True dat. True dat. But isn't there a point when they have to realize that all that bling won't last long. One minute you hot, next you not. Isn't that how it goes?

So you're saying rap has a social responsibilty?

Yes! And why not?! Rap speaks to millions of people black and white. Why can't somebody say something that's meaningful and positive. Isn't that what rap was about in the first place? To stand up and say what's going on so we can fight for a change.

But their are people like that. There's Mos Defs, Talib Kweli, Little Brother, The Roots. Aren't they representing what your asking for? The question is why aren't they on the mainstream?

Cuz nobody wants to listen.

No. Because everybody just wants to dance. Look at the girl right there. You probably thinking she doesn't care about social change, she doesn't know anything about a revolution. Wrong. She goes to college and is the leader of black organizations for years. She's fighting a fight some where. But dang it, can she come out for one night of the week and enjoy herself with having to worry about all the things wrong in this world and on top of the that all the things wrong in her own life. Let her dance man, let her have fun. This night and every other night she comes here.

You got a point.

So there is a reason for mainstream rap. All that bouncing around is for fun. It makes people happy if not for one night. Speaking of which, I'm about to hop on one of these shorties.

I feel ya kid. Peace.

Cutting off the sideburns

Razor to my neck with no thoughts of the end
Just a new start, a new day, feeling fresh from the beginning
Hop into the shiny shoes so I can walk through the door
Like, Damn I've seen some bling but never step like that before
Yeh, plus I got the smile to match cuz my spirit stay high
Please remain seated and buckle up when I'm feeling so fly
To all the ladies in the place with thick waist and hips
Allow me to place this smooth skin upon your lips
Just let me feel that body move while on the dance floor
Later on I'll agree that you;ve never done this before
Cuz you never had a cat like me
So close to royalty, even Simba ain't met cat like me
That's just how it goes, when you in a new city
Atlanta's where the phatties never looked so pretty
At the end of the night, counting the numbers that I've earned
I've never been so happy that I cut off my sideburns

hunger pains in my belly

some toast, peppermint tea, and my last soft chocolate chip cookie. Ingredients to a sweet meal before bed. I had none last night. Sadly, the market doesn't get done by itself. But there are other markets to be had. The money market.

For as I lay here on my couch that's too small, on this computer that's too old, and in these clothes that's too young I can only think of how much I will appreciate this life when I'm waving to the sun as it breaks through the grey clouds of desire. I can't wait till these walls are painted with delicious colorful meaning and the victorian stairwell leads to the passionate rooms of the sky.

On the day I greet my childhood at the bottom of the playground slide, I will tell him, "hang in there kid. Make lots of friends. Don't worry about nothing, someone special has got your back and He won't let you down." I know it won't be easy for him. Being in the lime light is scary. But this buisness is about being seen. You can't afford third place because you're living in a first class world and that means you're the closest to the cockpit if anything goes wrong.

This is my life. This is my fire. I promise to come out of the flames as a new man ready to help hold up this world.

stalled on the tracks

Ladies.

Why are you so... so... so deceptive? So indirect? So decieving?

If you know the exact problem of a situation why ask a question to see if we're going to lie? We don't want to lie. We'd actually like to save this lie for something bigger but noooo, you force us into a corner. Stop it I say, just stop. Just come out and say you saw us do it or you know we did it and just want to know why. We'll admit it. You caught us fair and square. We might even applaud you on your detective work and take note of it for that one day we need to find out something juicy about others.

The other classic is the look which I find to be hilarious. You won't say nothing as we say hello and continue on our day as if nobody is about to be stabbed in the lung while watching you ride a steaming train en route to crash into our stalled car of innocence. Just speak up; because if I pretend to not see it then the pressure in your system reaches that dangerous red level and they say I'm the one with the risk of high blood pressure. When there is a problem, address it or the problem wasn't that big to begin with.

Oh, here's a good one, "You had me so worried. Why didn't you at least call?" Cause obviously I wasn't worried at all. If you are so worried and need to hear from me, here's a bright idea, pick up the phone and dial. "But why should I call? You're supposed to call me." Please, if wanted to call you that means I would have been thinking about you (burnnnn!).

Other than that, we love you. We even find the pre-mentioned quarks a bit funny. Just stop being so complicated and you'll get more loving and appreciation. Hey, we might even tell you that once in a while.

oh and happy new year.

a single tear for mankind

It happens. What shit? Yeh that too. (c) Forrest Gump

Wasn't that a great movie. A simple man in a complicated world somes it all up.
Shit happens.

That's how I feel about recent events in the world: the tsunami, Katrina, and any other freak accident you hear on the news. It happens all the time all over the world and most of the time goes unnoticed. For instance when Haiti was flooded with mud and thousands died. Where was the "George Bush doesn't like black people" folks or the constant images of dying poor people in the news? No where to be found. It happened didn't it. Another natural disaster in this crumbling world. But no one showed any care.

Which leads me to think does anyone really care? If it isn't effecting you directly do you care? Maybe you talk about it during your lunch break and say poor people, but are you still going to buy a new outfit to go out that night for drinks? (Your answer here); (let me help you YES). No one really cares, so either put everything that happens on the news or stop the shananagans. I know what your saying, "Greg, you can't fit every natural disaster on the news, what about the local news?"

Well dang it, there's a weather channel, why can't there be a natural disaster channel? All natural disasters all the time with telethons, celebrities, and the Red Cross (aka lets put all your money in a box and throw it down a whole). Because if we really cared about the world we should know what's happening everywhere. Also if there is a storm coming wouldn't you want to be able to know what's going on at all times. The news covers it for two minutes, but with natural disasters you get 24 hour coverage. You know what, this sounds like a good idea.

There will be no more further discussion due to legal issues.
Natural Disaster Channel (c) copyright 2005 by Greg Milard.

But back to the real problem: we all need to stop faking the single tear for mankind and just admit that we are only trying to keep this world from falling apart for as long as we're alive and maybe the next generation of kids, who are going to end up leaving this world of smog and waste to live on some other planet three rocks from the sun.

Where's captain planet when you need him. "Looting and palooting is not the way. Hear what captian planet has to say, "The power is yours."

while you were sleep (re-occuring dream)

We're in the water at the this point with our boat sinking and exploding a mile away from us. My sidekick on this mission spots a man standing on top of a mountain of an island. As we get closer we realize the mountain is a cardboard structure hanging over the water by a gold pole and the is no longer a man but an ancient Egyptian solider with full wardrobe and a spear. We call out to the soldier but no answer. We have to mount the structure for I am losing the strength to swim. My sidekick throws a rope over. The soldier does not move. We climb aboard. As soon as we reach the golden the soldier calls out into the sky repeatly, "They want to enter. They want to enter."

Seconds later the structure repells upward. While ascending I realized the sky is nothing but painted blocks of stone, "I've been here before," I thought, "We're going to crash right into the ceiling and be transported too..."

I wake up in a bed that's not mine, in a home I don't recognize, but I've been here before. I walk through the halls and I remember someone is home, a girl, sitting on her computer will greet me with amazement. I walk by several rooms but I don't see her. I walk back again and there she is, "Auntie? Oh my God. You're awake? Everyone will be so happy."

Her face has lost color. My eyes have gone bad. All I can see is white and gray. This time I want to ask this girl what's happened to me instead of walking by and not saying anything, "How long was I asleep for?"

"You were in a comma for years. Nobody knew what was wrong with you, so we left you in your bed to sleep."

She looks precious. Just like she did when she was a baby. I remember the day they brought her home. I hold her hand gently trying to admire her French tipped fingernails but I can't make out the color. Everything is a shade of white, "I can't see. I've gone color blind."

"Have you been outside?"

"No."

"It will probably take some time for your eyes to adjust. You've been asleep for a long time."

"But why . . ."

I can't feel the pain

Its the last week of school of my first quarter and I'm writing in my blog. I should be chest deep in work. I should have so much work that I accidentally glue my fingers together. But hey, I know how to plan. Yes I still have work to do, but I'm taking the rest of the night off. I have worked hard the last couple days and I still have Sunday to finish, so why not break from the redundant monkey business.

I worry though. I worry I'm not doing enough, that I'm missing something, that I'm going to go to class on Monday and say to myself, "See Greg, you wasted all that time and forgot to do that. You're such a loser. Shut up! No you shut up! You shut up! Hey check out that girl in the third row. She is banging (c)Michael Jackson."

I digress.

I think I have myself covered on the work part and I'm not worried about what the teachers think about me, because they love me. I'm being modest, I know. Nah but for real the infamous Sylvia is even saying I'm doing good work. I wouldn't imagine her saying that to every student. And it wasn't during a time I went to talk to her about my work. She just happened to see me and told me I was doing a good job. I was ecstatic inside and doing my happy dance (the same dance I perform after cooking something that taste good).

So I think now of the rest of the first quarter students who will complain on Monday about how they stayed up all night doing work and they are ready to crash and burn. All I will be able to think about is the dream I'll have the night before about the girl in the third row.

Maybe I am made for this. If so, call Italy and tell they to ready the marble bath tub, chill the champagne bottles, hold auditions for sexy video models, call up Diddy and tell him his invited to the biggest champagne bubble bath party of the year. Toast.

cooking with grease

If some of ya'll don't know. I just moved down to Atlanta to continue school for advertising. Right now I'm living by myself in a condo that I bought with my parents. Its nice. Two floors, carpeted, 2.5 baths, my own little carport. I'm living in comfort (I just need to step my furniture game up).

Everything is going great but you have to wonder, "Greg, you're miles away from your home, your family, especially your mother. How are you doing living by yourself?"

I learned to cook with grease.

If any of you all knew me, you knew I couldn't cook to save my life. Not true. I make the best ramen noodles, my eggs are pretty good, and I always bring the juice (literally to every party). But my friends I have learned the power of grease especially used grease. You know that grease the was used to fry some chicken in that you use again to fry anything else so you get that little bit of chicken taste (next time you think, hmm tastes like chicken, think about it).

Grease is my new friend people and with it I've learned to cook delicious meals that one day a special lady will appreciate. But until then call me Chef Boyeau G.

So explains the title of this blogger. I will like to look back on this time period one day and think cooking with grease changed my life.

arrest the reader...

"I'm a creative so let me create."

Whatever you read on this blog may or may not be true. I'll try to let you know when I'm making stories and when it actually happens. The reason for this is that I'm currently at school at the Creative Circus for art direction, but I realized the other day that I need to work on my copywriting skills. I know I can write a bit. Examples: I was elected to speak for my graduating class in elementary school, I impressed my sophomore year high school teacher with a free thinking essay that he didn't know was written by me, I wrote poetry at sometime in my life, and I'm literate human being (this isn't that hard).

Eventually, I'll have great stories to tell that'll make you laugh but until then "keep the faith"(c) Michael Jackson.