personal foul.

I didn't want to turn this into my personal blog.
I'm always doing this.
Here I am, in deep meditation and brooding self-observation.
It's best I be blogging right now.

For the first time in 32 years, the spirit of suicide is translating into expression.
Like... right now, I want to carve and do stupid shit to myself.

But I won't!
And I'm not doing it!

I'm proud of myself.

I also came to the conclusion recently that, instead of killing myself or ending the world, I'll just end the lives of those who come against me.

Isn't that what all rappers talk about?

Still, I find euphoric serenity in the feeling of bleeding from the right side of my skull.
I hold secrets in there.
I require privacy for there.
This beer is flirting with the black blood of that side of my head.
This cigar is actually mating with the white meat of the left side of my skull.

I am currently working on myself.
All I talk about is music, and all I talk to is/are people who have hurt me intensely with my best interest at heart.
I have to find a way to please the hearts of everyone I come in contact with, or I will forever be alone and with nothing to show for it.

Either that, or...

Nah.
The best thing I can do, at least for myself, is be more compassionate to those who don't understand me.
My mental health is my problem.
I can only take responsibility for the mean things people have said and done to and about me.
Because I made them say it.
And no one wins if I kill or get killed or go to jail.

See?
i'm learning!


My blood tastes like weed.

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Deez nuts roasting on an open fire...

My Brain Is Alive + Well Isn't This Awkward hit streaming services on some Christian-ly Pagan Holiday coming up.#TheGrinCHThatStoleExMas

— 2020 Hamilton (@charleshamilton) December 1, 2019

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in progress.

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99.7TheBlitz Mix

Long live Rock-n-Roll.

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Official WTTD artwork

I am very proud of my graphic design.

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Now completely complete.

Sampling Rihanna's "Rated R" album.

Villain.



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Break the Glass official lyrics

We just gon' get straight into it. No Hamilton birthday is complete without proper intoxicants. Also ain't the same without company, but... y'all know...

(verse 1)

 A loner like a shark. Alone-r like Malona in the middle of the park. All About the Benjamins. Yes. You know the part. Extra slow. Majestic with the flow. So, time to hit the park. Play the harps. Not playing Haarp, just state of the art. A lot of people sayin' that I play with the sharks, cuttin' my wrists. Suck my dick. Say it's a tarp. Game over. Everybody runnin'. All up in the stomach. I ain't sober. High off life, and that's an understatement. Yet if I get higher, I might get hired. By God. To become Satan. A low blow, don't you know? Get low from blow. Get high from dope. Hire the dope. The highest dope, you know?

(hook)

Break the glass.

Break the glass.

Break the glass, y'all.

Break the glass.

Break the glass.

Break the glass.

Break the SHOT glass!

Break the glass.

Break the glass.

Are you mad?

Break the SHOT glass!

Break the glass.

Are you mad?

Like... REALLY mad?

Break the glass, y'all!

Break the glass.

(verse 2)

I feel like a pedophile for eating Wendy's. Speaking plenty. Need to see the ending. Like a spoiler alert. Them niggas die inside and they tryna little boy he's a "jerk". I hear you VERY much. I'm not trying to annoy the jerk that came through and did the worm. Grandmaster Sex A. Like "I love The Pyramids!" Said that, yesterday. And people get upset. Especially when I rest and lay on my vestibule. Vertebrate breaking when I nod my head. So I do it quadruple-time. People not used to mine. You ain't following mine. And I just flow. Cypress Hill, while on some blow. While on some dope. While on some pharmaceutical drugs to have me armed fo' sho'... ya know?

(hook)

Break the glass.

Break the glass.

Break the glass, y'all.

Break the glass.

Break the glass.

Break the glass.

Break the SHOT glass!

Break the glass.

Break the glass.

Are you mad?

Break the SHOT glass!

Break the glass.

Are you mad?

Like... REALLY mad?

Break the glass, y'all!

Break the glass.

(verse 3)

I am The King of Suicide like Jesus. Judas got involved with my music. He indeed is pleased by me trying to die, so suicide, crown me now! I get down! Like "Call me!", when lookin' at the crown. Look around. It's off your head. Like cannibus. Talking to the dead. Walk with The Walking Dead. So awkward how I got no awards instead of the force that I'm giving. It's been all one direction. No pop. So hot. And, no. I don't pop. I know the cost to be a boss. Like my old pops. Hendrix is my father. Sorry, Senior. Atari's cleaner. And SEGA, you are as mean as my fantasy indeed allows you to be, but you WON'T feel lousy with me...

(hook)

Break the glass.

Break the glass.

Break the glass, y'all.

Break the glass.

Break the glass.

Break the glass.

Break the SHOT glass!

Break the glass.

Break the glass.

Are you mad?

Break the SHOT glass!

Break the glass.

Are you mad?

Like... REALLY mad?

Break the glass, y'all!

Break the glass.

I am almost confused by my influence. And I'm not surprised by the resistence. But The United

States Marine Corps. understands. Eve Jeffries understands. Christopher Rios understands. I'm not cold, aight? 1110. Charles Hamilton. 

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The second wind.

You are the sunshine
in my life,
when the light wants to argue with me.
I light
the night
with your light.

You're the biggest part of me.


TuTu(tt)!



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The wrap up.

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Uno

1110

Thank you, and please.

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Maybe...

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