A Simple Request: Occupy Your Soul Seach. I Seem To Have Misplaced Mine. Sold It To the Devil? In Return For FLYERS Win? Winning.

Welcome to your weekly update on the Occupy My Blog Movement on the MOVE.  I'd like to make one simple request: to Occupy Your OWN Soul Search.  I'm doing a bit of soul seaching myself.  Seem to have misplaced it.  Potentially sold it, to the devil? For a FLYERS win today?  Most likely scenerio (here we go yo). While under the influence, no doubt.  Well worth it, if you ask me.  Problem solved.  Philly style.  SHOT IT!

Occupy My Blog Movement = soul searchers 2012. Searching everywhere. Is it there? Or there? Maybe in your hair? Or your underwear? What's your clearance, Carebear?  Do you even CARE? I don't...not really anyway.  Not really there.


Wicked Tuna. Catch it.

Status Update: Soul Searching.  If found please return to me at your earliest possible convenience. Thank you for your cooperation.  We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, after all.

With the Occupy My Blog Movement gaining momentum, picking up steam, can't stop us, can only hope to CONTAIN US, I'd like to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of my fellow occupiers.  Occupy it up!!!  We rock!  With our socks off!!  And other things too, but I digress...We couldn't do it without you, my occupying friends.  Together, we are changing the physiological, biological, philosophical, astronomical and comical landscape as we know it.  And for that, please give yourselves a round of applause (not applesauce).

Occupy Your OWN Soul Search. And when you find mine, please let me know ASAP. Mine's apparently lost, MIA went AWOL. Off the reservation.  Gone fishing???  Apparently, I may have sold it. To the devil in return for....flyers WIN??? WORTH IT.  So Occupy Your Soul search in style. Operation "Soul Search and Destroy Mission" fully underway.

Ever feel like you've sold your soul to the devil to make an honest day's wage?  Sometimes I do. But then I think to myself, self: you can pay your rent.  YES.  You can have a roof deck that has a life of it's OWN. YES.  You can BUY NEW SHOES 'till you're little heart's (and I mean little) is content.  YESSSSSSSSSSSSS.  And then I snap back to reality and realize that for all the soul searching I do, nothing says success like a new pair of patent leather shoes, red wallet and pants.  So go ahead, sell YOUR soul to the devil and Occupy your Soul Search in style...

But, wait for my signal Sandman  (ICEMAN?) Viper Command. GO! And Occupy YOUR OWN soul search. And do some REAL soul seeking...figure out your mission in life like I did.  To prove time and time again am willing to sell my soul for my current passion of the moment and prove my innocence via the old insanity defense (none better).  

So Rap it Up:
Flavor of the day. Got in my way. Brush aside no lie, rapping like an alibi, tho i ain't got none..no soul neither, maybe need a new set of speakers?
Yes.
...I'm a rapper too. So can you!

Soul beautifies, electrified, magnifies, multiplies! Flies! Two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl. Year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish u we're here.

Ah, fuck it.  Got my own soul anyways....souls fo' REAL. Don't really need yours...got my own right HERE. Still...wish you were here.

Soul...but got BAD ASS game outta tha deal!!!!! Bright side. Cloud decoder says: every cloud has a silver lining. In bed. Write that down. Deep thoughts by d LO. YOUR catch of the day.  All gonna be soul survivers one day.

So rap it up, search your soul, Occupy the Shit outta it, and if you happen to locate mine, lemme know. That's a rap.


"Wish You Were Here"

" Soooo, so you think you can telllllll, heaven from hell?
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?  (Maybe.  Call me?)
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

 Whatever.  Got my own soul, Tokyo Joe.  Not really needin' any additions.  Just saying.  But you can call, and thank me later all the same :)