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I have evolved

Just a quick update. Been a while. I have evolved from here. Have I stopped writing because I don’t post as regularly anymore? Of course … NOT! Writing is one of the few things remaining from my childhood. It’s part of my makeup, my DNA, who I am. Most of the writing I’ve been doing for the last few months have been rap verses and poetry, all in my notes app. I plan on writing full fledge scripts hopefully soon. The platform I’m using is just the notes app in my phone. Majority of the content I’ve been writing is real horror core type stuff. Eminem Relapse type stuff. It’s just a reflection of what I’ve been going through lately. Plus I been watching a lot of Criminal Minds and SVU and picking up on stuff.

My main evolving though involves my YouTube channel. It’s really has taken off and doing numbers no post on here has ever came close to doing. And things are only going to get better once I find out what sort of content I want to post on a second channel and on Instagram. I was gone do poetry on IG but I need something more entertaining and that will help me grow at a crazy rate. And the only thing that would be is … humor.

I may post some of the crazy stuff I been writing on here and I may not. I still haven’t forgot about possibly starting a second blog without promoting it on here. I still would like to start fresh with new readers, people who I can actually build with, and not fools I personally get involved with. I may just do that on IG.

Anyway, my main focus is my YouTube channel. I may post “The Sky Is Falling” on here. I don’t know.

I attempted it last year on this blog’s anniversary but there will probably never be an official last post on here because I like holding on to stuff that effort and time has been invested in. If I don’t remember anything else from 2011 it’s gone be me starting this.

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My WordPress Blog vs My YouTube Channel

Let’s talk numbers real fast. My highest viewed post on this blog is Masturbating With Imagination, which is currently at 11,556 views. This post was published September 6, 2011. Put this up against a video I just posted yesterday. It’s at 8,176 as of writing. Just yesterday now! MWI has 8 “likes” (including myself). My video has 385 (not including myself lol). MWI has 13 comments (including my replies). My video has 53 (including my replies; deleted a few comments from others).

Let’s talk about this blog in total. Since I started back in May 2011 to now I only accumulated 117K views, most of which I’m sure are my own. My channel is currently at 735K and I just started it last October. This blog has 1,101 followers. My channel has 1,416.

I say all of that to say this, May 4, 2018, the 7th blogiversary of FY, was initially planned to be me retiring this blog. The number 7 represents completion. I posted 7 times that day. Yet I still paid another year for my domain. I will always write creatively. This is something I’ve did since I was little. However, I think it’s time to go back to pen and paper, and focus all my energy into blowing up on social media. The one thing this blog kept consistent was my writing because without it I wouldn’t have much to show on my paper. My next goal with Youtube is getting to 10K by June 5th. I don’t wanna put all my eggs in one basket; I’m plotting on doing something on Instagram and PornHub.

Today I was inspired by Haha Davis. I stumbled upon his girlfriend’s IG and recall hearing his name mentioned in a video I watched on YouTube one day. I googled him just to read his bio. I wanted to know how he came up. He didn’t have a Wikipedia page but I found his site. He was posting funny Vines and IG skits in 2013. Funny enough to get him almost 5 million followers on IG and a quarter million followers on Twitter (Vine is dead). Then I became curious about his net worth. While I didn’t get an exact figure I did get a range I fully agreed with: 100K to 1 million. I don’t follow him on social media but I love stuff like this. Those rags to riches stories. A person using a FREE platform to exploit their talents. A talent that attracts the masses. A talent that brings in the dollars. Just last week you struggled to pay your rent. Just last week your refrigerator was empty and your stomach was growling. I’ve been hungry since October and I haven’t missed a week without posting at least one video. But now it’s time to step my grind up. I did 12 videos this month. I need to do double that. Wait! How about a video everyday? That’s hustling. I need to put some of my eggs on Instagram and take over there too Incase YouTube screws me. I’m only targeting YT and IG because of the possibility of making money and because they’re high exposure.

The big diffeeence between my blog and channel is my blog is high effort and my channel is low effort. I put thought into my creative pieces. My videos are me working with the simple software and old hardware I got, and not spending time actually making anything.

The ultimate goal: Be the mastermind behind my own Game of Thrones. The mastermind behind my own Avengers.

UPDATE: the video now has 17K+ and nearly 400 likes. It’s barely 2 days.

UPDATE 2: It’s at 21k+ nearly 900 likes. Lmfao

UPDATE 3: 40K+. 1550 likes. 1,510 subs. Nearly a hundred gained since I posted this.

My YouTube Channel just surpassed this blog in followers!!!

This blog has 1,100 followers. After hitting the thousand subscriber milestone on my channel a few days, I quickly gained another century. My count is now at 1,112. This is 6 months versus 8 years right here.

My 8th blogiversary is coming up in May. Since the 7th I’ve been contemplating retiring this blog and moving on. Now this doesn’t mean I will stop writing because writing is a part of my identity. I’ve been creatively writing since at least 3rd grade. Two reasons why I wanted to move on. One, 7 is the number of completion and in the 7 years I’ve been on here I didn’t accomplish what I set out to do back in May 2011. Two, I wanted to avoid certain people reading my work.

One of the new features of getting a thousand subs is community posts, which acts like a blog post itself. You can post a picture and write. I’m thinking about transferring my writing there.

Happy 420!!! Here’s what I wrote last year

Bomb A** Eggs (WordPresident #20)

Inspired by rain and my son. Only 1000 IQ and Big PP will understand.

Pitter patter of baby Jesus tears on the orange, blue, green and yellow panes
Pitter patter of Jesús tiny feet across the hardwood
Until he knocked the lava lamp to the floor
The higher ground is the coffee table
“Ahhh that’s hot!”
Splishy splashy into the galette des rois
Excuse my French, that’s molten chocolate
Fly like MJ
To the wall, get high like the boyfriend of MJ
Now the tar heels and 10 little piggies are safe in Charlotte’s web
The flash of lightning enlightened him on, where he parked his race car bed
The thunder stole some brodie’s thunder and made the Thunderbird’s alarm go off
Bolted to the bolts and pushed the little red button
“Ahhh that’s not hot!”
Thanks to terrible two’s temper tantrum T-Bird hasn’t left the nest
“Ahhh that’s hot!”
The pitter patter of our amigo off set is 172 centimeters on the growth chart
But the cries in Spanish takes off the popcorn ceiling, my monte negro
“Tell me you’re JKing? That babbling was about something else, baby boy”
“You remember the little red button? Oh! The red button there kid, don’t ever, ever touch the red button!”
“Now I’m kicking these bomb ass scrambled eggs off the airplane”
“Go to your woom and fall asleep at the wheel”
“Look at him! Walking like he drunk” SMH
“Aye, B.C. , please catch some Z’s so my XY can go from E to F in his V”
The F stands for full, not ‘cause you got some of my bomb ass eggs
Only Special K between the box and the bag for U … SWERVE
“You’sa corn pops”
Nah, the hand that rocks the cradle just cares about passing the rock to the hot hand
There’s holes in de-fense
Shoot the J, shoo-shoo-shoot it
No matter if he’s the cereal killer and I’m being a pig, the PTO is still spent having Life for breakfast
So I guess my son caught the W? I’ll take that L and right on cue J-R lets me know it’s the lowercase l to remind me I’m still number 1
But yo! Our last time out, short hand ticked me off asking me to read text messages for his bedtime story
No-no-no-no-no wonder you saying G-G-G-G like 50 Cent instead of goo-goo ga-ga
GN, I’ma let you get some R & R
But at 0600 hours if you don’t have your walkie talkie right the games stop I’m throwing Green Eggs and Ma’am at you

24 25th Hours (WordPresident #18)

Caution: This is a very slow read.

I unbuttoned my shirt and showed her my taco meat

She unzipped her pants and showed me her taco meat

We both came outta our shell

The sloppy toppings: the sour cream shredded the cheese but let us get use to two’s day

Because we been use to the prefix of the day before, single and alone

And you know what was just making me borderline insane? The fuckin’ day had 24 25th hours

He who wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth lives with a plastic fork in his BFGoodrich

I’m tired of faking like I’m best friends with Benjamin Franklin

When I’m too sick to shake a doctor’s hand, not smart enough to know I’m not equal to a polymath

She told me to name my Ford after her, Alexis

Reached in her Wranglers and gave me $700 in all 20’s for some Goodyears

Became my Alexa on the road to success

Now I just don’t get from A to B

I get from A to Z

That shredded cheese is now cheesecake

How fitting for Juniors first birthday

My lil’ boo-boo gone love the bandaids on Mr. Popular

My big booboo sat on the John longer tonight, determined to have more kids to drop off at the pool

Me, I just wanna break the cycle and take the first R outta ‘farther’ (and put it in Ms.)

Too bad they sound alike, that’s why I like using ‘further’ so it’s no longer confusion this is referring to U

Family all over the same lava floor, under the same popcorn ceiling, talking about flipping houses so we can get hot sauce on our Orville Redenbacher

Shhhh … the previews are starting

Tomorrow should be a big day for my YouTube channel

Joy Lenz (WordPresident #17)

Digging my grave with a spoon and fork
A shovel looks like a spoon
A rake looks like a fork
But this the spoon I use to stab the cereal with before eating it
This the fork I use to put 4 bullet holes in the film on the Salisbury steak to vent it
Sausage party at my tombstone
Pepperoni face at my tombstone
Cheesing hard by my tombstone
Sausage party at my tombstone
But it ain’t nothing pineapple about that because onions on my tombstone
And they ain’t cheesing hard by my tombstone
To you little caesars, call her pepperoni face one more time, you all fall like dominoes
Wash ‘em with a clean punch
Sounds like the kind of prom Papa John would Red Baron
My baby gotta be fly all around, shit
But if you make me a granddaddy before I turn 80 you forever groun…ded
Give Kunta Kinte your feet
Whip ya like JC After D
I knew I should’ve put your ass on B.C.
Ohh Lawd! Got me failing the spelling bee
I was just teaching you how to say your ABC’s
Went from being my apple head to being somebody’s apple bottom
But you cumming and not leaving is the problem
I got ‘em
I solve ‘em with solutions on a so-so loot man
I salute and ask for bigger problems only if God him got him and it comes with that So-So loot man
Money is a thang, Black accent
Money is a thing, white accent
Money is a tink, Irish accent
Depending on the denomination I sound different putting my money where my mouth is
Shout this … oh no! You have AirPods on and can’t hear me
Strangle you with my EarPods to see which will be the first to fall out near me
Fear me, keyboard warriors think they tough as leather and can get me from Curry long distance
Until I bounce and travel to where they lay up and show ‘em what a real currier is man
Flurries of hits bam
Do you even remember what I said earlier listen?
I’m bringing the beef to your front door
The crust to your backdoor
When I’m done you gone have to Dodo out your side-door
No more locked doors
I’m joking, this now a bad neighborhood
Took a L in your homes, essay in the papers sug-
-ar made him open up, swollen shut, tried to spit out the bitterness, silliness, it’s too late fam’
The walls closed in on the Kool-Aid man
Not a repeat of events what I’m saying
First the glass was everywhere
Then the red liquid is everywhere
Or!
First the glass was everywhere
Then the red liquid is everywhere
That’s two ways planned
Two-face scram
Gym and I? Outta here!