Random Thoughts. 5:00 Funk.

Random Thoughts. 5:00am Funk.
By Robert Burford Jr.

Every time I listen to "In A Silent Way (Rehearsal)" I think back to a day when I tried to be Romantic. I was still with Sarah and it was Valentines Day. It was the first Valentines day besides with my Ex Fiance that meant something to me. I was happy . They were times like others that buying something for somebody would be something that makes me feel whole. Listening to it , It makes me wish I wasn't the hopeless romantic. I'm not mad. Sarah appreciated , Elisa Appreciated it and even that Crazy Bitch with a heart liked it.
My mind loves to put me in movie like situations. Hoping the one I like will show up at the door and say
" Robert It's Been You All Along"
Instead of
" So you think you can talk to Brandon for me?"

You see I'm not a hater , and I haven't seen one love story too many. It's just , I was born with a lot of love. Its something knowing , somewhere the one I love is either thinking the same thing or is Dropping out of college , either one. What? College is expensive!

Seeing as I should once again signed up for classes , I have not. LAME huh? So , Mr. Bob , why do you write these anecdotes no one reads?

Well the answer is simple my friends. I'm insane. If it entertains me , it's all that matters. Hell even my brother doesn't read them , but I still love him deeply. Sarah read them , and actually liked them , like no bullshit , I'm not flattering you and liked for me to read them like them. It was insane, which is why I think I became so depressed.
Our minds where at love at first thought , but was it love at first sight? I don't know and really don't care. It's seems to me like it just ain't right that I was shown the preview but didn't have the muster for the whole thing. I'm glad she's happy though and she whom she is always around is happy too. It's like it was the Lego piece that was always there but never put together.
Randomly writing It reminds me of a story:

The Tale Of Sir Galahads ( For Love)

Sir Galahads was a fierce knight who rode his horse on every full moon.
The Moon acting as a spotlight
Shining On It's Fearless Leader
He Rode and Rode
Yet nobody knew where too
He rode to find
Someone to complete him
To share his ride
Into a eventual sunrise
Though Brave
No one saw him
As if the princess he saved
Was always asleep when doing so
She woke up one day
Heard the gallop
It was too late
As the horse who neighed in the Night
Was galloping alone
Rusted and Torn
He'd Given Up
Fierce In War
He Lost The Battle.

God Bless and Good Nite
-Robert


(c)2008

The Marlows Complex.

Tonite was a bummer of a nite. It was misunderstandings ala no audience laughter amongst us. I wish I could say I was the bad guy in the situation but I'm not. In fact , if anything I don't know what I am . Just Mr. Bob I suppose.

The Marlow's Complex

I am a certified Neurotic. Do I want to be? No . It came to me through life's hidden nuances and my thought ,yes like my hair , receding. My life is great , yet the love in this club aspect still remains a mystery. I think of it this way. I'm not that bad of a guy. In fact I've been call " Too Nice " or "What A Nice Guy" or " Oh I thought he was Gay" . Now you might think me insane , and I am but I've always been down the road always traveled. If i didn't I'd be on the straight track to relationship like happiness. I've come across many women in my life. Everything from Bakers to Vdubs , snagglepusses to sparrows. Yet it's as if I'm watching the same movie all the time.

I always think of it like this. I always see a trailer for a great movie.The timing is right , and i can't what to see it. Now it's strange as , when you get the real movie , you're not happy anymore. All the good things were in the trailers and you're still looking for a marquee with nothing but good things I want to see.

Now don't get me wrong. I don't think of myself as this "Oh my God look at him" kind of guy. I'm more of the " Excuse me sir , you forgot to tie your ... Oh I didn't see you had leukemia due to the patches on your head" kind of guy. It's sort of like Gods weird scavenger hunt. I've found the plain Jane , the crazy psycho bitch , the one were it felt rite but it was flash forward to fast , and the one who sees what she wants in me but cannot grasp the fact .

Now I'm not perfect , I wear my heart on my sleeve as if it was tattooed there by a Buddhist monk some years ago. I thought I was so cool cause I had no more Mr. Nice Guy by Alice Cooper which still to this day makes me wonder why anyone would name there demonic son Alice and not Eric " Hot Damn" Boone. It's all good to say the least. I've found my self slowly drowning in the smoothness sans the rough edges of vodka bottles. I'm not an alcoholic and this is three years beyond a cry for help. Just airing my grievances to the five people who'll read this and the three times I proofread it to make sure it's' my space friendly.

I've been told I've been way too nice and thats my downfall . Judging from tonites happenings , I'm sure that it will be my demise. My niceness is causing me to hate even more. Like REEAAALLLY HATE. The thought of a relationship (speaking terms of myself) makes me want to watch a Dane Cook /Carlos Mencia special while Top Gun is in the background. Yes that is my version of hell. Sometimes though , watching the asshole from the sideline liquor the girl you've been eying up , and then they cry on your shoulder and wonder why "all guys" are bad but again are crying on my shoulder , it makes me wonder , should I care at all.

I'm leaning towards a hell no and a wow what a moment of enlightenment. The cloudy truth. Aside from my mom and some others , I don't think I should care anymore. My heart is becoming like the Grinch in the end but in reverse. I feel as if I'm turning into some green monster with yellow teeth that hate all the hoos in hooville.

Do I think I'll stay that way?

No but the way things have been going , I'm libel to say something . It'll shoot out like a cannon and I'm sure I'm going to inhale the smoke from the shot and have it engulf my lungs in gray guilt over the sudden outburst of the 1812 overture cannon shots. I love this world , yet ad mist the love of family and the love of friends , I'm growing more to loathe the inane aspects of subtle nastiness.

Well That's all I had to say. If you'd like to comment please do. Nobody will though, It's a nice thought. Well as I think of how I'm going to see this sparrow and if it'll fly when I'm around , I tell you Good Nite ,Love Life and loathe only those who thoroughly deserve it.

Be Safe

Mr. Bob (c) 2008

Little known Facts : Rap Songs!

Ten Interesting facts about Rap Songs

Pop Bottles by Lil Wayne and Birdman
It's such a good song pop bottles. Did you know it started off as a chips commercial?
"Pass those Chips man
And Then Pop Pringles."

Lil known fact "Birdman is a combination of Superman , and Big Bird. Growing up Birdman or Arnold Levenowitz loved rap and the his love of Sesame Street and Smallville even though he would not be born till 1971 and smallville would not air till 2005. He also loved Buffy the Vampire Slayer which almost led to him being called Morris which coencidentally was not a character on the show and caused his eventual depression and a reality show in development on VH1 called Project Chick in which Seventeen women from Flavor Of Love and Fourteen women who act "black" . It's such a good show let me tell you with the elimination phrase being "I'm Sorry But you're not a hot of girl as I thought you was " which led to the series being two hours longer as his reality show would be remixed by Dj Khaled , Who ? We Nigga him self. It's the first series as well to be chopped and screwed as well , which led to many angry white elderly people chucking there tv's out the window and furious midnite dinners at Denny's.

Cyclone by Baby Bash

Cyclone or Better watch out for that Aunt Flo as it's known in Japan , is an old ancient proverb from Sir Thylonius Painious who used to ghost write for shakes pere . His play "Doth Patron Goth Me Looseth" was ill recieved and the last play Shakespere wrote before he died. His last words before he died were "Wurr Wurr Wurr" which is what the car engine sound is in the song we speak of. It's also about a fat women who drank to much and proceed to spin around aimlessly like a cyclone , which led to the deaths of several midgets on Wiz On Dat Oz Nite.
This is crazy , it's amazing indeed.

Well that's it for now. Peace Out MotherF**KAS
I'm so not hood. Not Gonna Lie.
-Mr. Bob

Miss Construed

Thought I knew her
She didn't know my name
Gave me the token
So I Could Play The Game
She didn't know me
I've known her my whole life
She gave me daughter
Tried To make her my wife
In the end
Was Miss Construed

She tried to explain
Life is a sham
We should all give up
Not give a damn
It was too much for me
To see the other side of things
Side Of Things

Grew up in the church
Didn't believe in God
Her Dad was a pastor
He didn't find it odd
She tried to reach me
In a Email one till
Till the flow of alcohol
Flew me away.