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Lots has been going on, some changes and some new plans, still excited about the ride, I feel like im rollin a freight in some empty boxcar just in awe staring out the door for hours with no real cares. Exactly how I feel at the moment. My body is accomplishing tasks on auto pilot, and just had a few big wins so im trusting the autopilot. Just a kid from a rural town. Has a few boys, has some big plans, and fell in love with a woman and Crooks and Fucking Castles. Its everything we think about. Literally. Thats the key, drown out the brain in a certain selective way, and your body is just on auto pilot running on spirit. Spirit finds a way. Dont act spirited. Be spirited, have an energizing soul. :scrambled: Like my boy java man, keep that fucking smile, and keep every bit of that stare..spaz out on a few key goals and boom. Boom. Stay mentally busy Castles Hastles Castles

Yo Bloody, Im keeping this shit in the channel zero where it belongs player, also I def care about graff, i know I dont talk too much about it (internet bugs me out so I dont say anything) but yeah I def appreciate the art. Cant get enough Texas right now, kids style is so fresh to me, he is my favorite writer in philly atm, geez is second place just based on ups. Texas keep putting in work!

You aren't getting it because you aren't doing it. This is not something where you can perceive the results from doing what I say, no you must put in the happiness work, get to a state in life where you are noticeably and definitively happier than you are today and you will start to see it. You cannot imagine what the feeling will be and how (that wont change my job), you must actually achieve step one, and then step two will present to you, you will never see step two imagining step one. This is worth it Cilone

Guys, no part of this is a lie. If one of you actually knows who I am based on my IP address, you wouldn't be like ohh i got ya player you're busted. You would just realize I am telling the truth. Its not even farfetched. 250k/yr is excited for me to start at, hell yes it is, but its in no way satisfying enough for me to stay at that number forever. Its just a beginning. Instead of wasting time pointing out grammatical mistakes and saying ohh look he spelled this word wrong so he is lying, just try out what the fuck i told you to do and tell me you dont start to feel a rush, and start to see the world a bit differently, and tell me your happiness doesn't increase. The happier you are the more opportunities will present themselves. There are humans that make lots of money guys, not everyone of them is lying. I came on these boards like I said to cast a net and inspire you. Inspire you to realize regardless of criminal record, education level, or past experiences, you are still alive. Try a few of my tricks and you will see doors open. Am I normal? Not a chance, few wealthy people are. Just bust your balls every single fucking day under a trance that allows you to enjoy every single minute to the level of feeling like you are about to bust your balls. I live in a fantasy land, surrounded by individuals who are depressed because 'Susan broke up with me' etc. Do your best to save your soul (the ultimate goal) and see each day as a chance to excel, a chance to succeed, a chance to further yourself from the depressed and unmotivated. Become on mother fucking fire. I live among you, I walk among you, but at the end of the day, this Crook, resides in a fortified Castle, where I bust my balls, smoke premium stogies, and drink that Blue Label juice. Earl Sesh. Join me, you will be glad you did. Castle Community, Castles

Change to Crooks Continue to Cash Crush Cicked back in Camouflage Castles

To the doubting Thomas, Who thinks I am a liar. Its not even the point. Test me this way. Try to do some of the things I posted, just try, even if its 'dumb'. Then you will no longer doubt. You will just feel it too

Not on 12oz. But eventually on youtube. Its not ready for more disclosure yet.

Dont even fully know what this means. Not a tech guy. Not buying that though because if you did know who i was with my ip you would see the truth? Not lying homes must have a bum ip

Heres what funny to me. I have been living a sick life for a long time now and it all seemed too good to be true. Yeah I was putting work in but things seemed to be happening pretty seamlessly. I then started hitting absolute Jackpots over and over. I am not able to tell my peers about my joy because we are all competing at some level so it would just be dick like. So I tell a few close friends etc. I eventually was finding it out of control intense (in an awesome way like never been happier in life kind of way) so I posted on this site respectfully just trying to cast a net because I was finding it too awesome I feel like there could of been others. Some of you guys believe me. Some think i just like changed my handle and posted some bait and i was gonna try to get everyone going and try to get some attention. lol nagh homez not why Im here. Im on that Crooks and Castles joint. One

A few heads pm'ed me. One had a pretty universal question on how to get started and ill post just my reply. Also, I sleep solid This is what I would do. I would get a few pieces of paper and have a nice stretch of isolation 3-5 days. A couple day stretch where you have the most possible 'personal time'. I would then calm myself and begin to enter a 'programmer' type mentality. I would write on that paper 3-5 things that I feel if I could accomplish it would only benefit my life in some major desirable way. I must also explain. I attempt to be Christ like (im not perfect). In my personal journey I attain a lot of strength from praying to Jesus Christ. So when I say desirable I also mean just righteous changes not typically sinful changes, more pure enjoyable changes. Limit yourself to only writing at MOST 5 things on that paper. Now, under each goal, write one thing your can reasonably do to help benefit your chances of obtaining it. Now under that line write on more line saying something you Shouldn't do anymore because its hurting that goal. Now its up to you. After taking the time to isolate and fully concentrate, no music just meditation. What you are trying to build is what i call Juice. Juice is an emotional overload, kinda like rocky balboa, and it makes you push. Muster juice, and stick to that list the next day. Your day may feel 'off' because i want you to live that day focused on the goal and thinking about it first, and 'living life' second. Be a ninja brain in a human vessel. Allow your vessel to transport you through your work day, while keeping your brain focused on the goals on that paper. What we want to do is eventually conquer and add more items to the list. Once you are doing that kind of thing, your internal subliminal signal cues to the universe are altered, they because more in tune with other like waves. Those waves tend do be 'door openers'. Each may contain a castle. So dont try to do everything at once, write out the paper, force yourself to really think aboutt that in a day (not easy, very easy to type, harder to do, but very rewarding when attempted) and each door opens the next... Try that and get back to me (or sooner if you like) and let me explain. Getting a 'Castle' doesn't necessarily riches. Having a castle is having a life where you find yourself in a utopian daze just in awe of how things are, and you long for nothing more. All attainable through thought and action. Its the chase toward the finish that is the true wonder. Ride that Steam Castles ps. didn't proof read once, gotta run for now

? Not lying at all... I am starting a book. I think i will title it Poker Chips but its tbd. This is the real deal, i had a few pms and im continuing it through the pms mostly. Im not lying man, thats not my motive. Everything I posted is on point 100%

Ive done nothing? I've done enough to gross a rock before im 30. Im not scared lol, the reality is im a person whos winning. Never like me? Please refer to my posts. Mad friends and a beautiful woman of choice. Im giving away the antidote for complacency my dude. Dont fight it

Whats cool, and the reason for this post, is that anyone can do this. Its never too late. The goal of my post was to cast a net and see if anyone was interested or had a similar story. If so, pm me. One

I get what you're saying. But this emotion has consumed me for about 5 or 6 years now straight. There are also no hallucinogens at play here. Once in a rare while, once in a blue moon, there is no catch. There is no 'other' story. I am running on mental mantras, on fearing missed opportunity. Ive had friends go maniac too ( even recently) and they are going to 'make 20 million a year' I get delusions guys. But once in a while, some average kid goes on to be very rich with no negative repercussions. Before I lay this to rest, let me share an example of a scenario I picture and envision to gain motivation... Lets say you are walking down the street after the absolute worst day in a while. Youre hanging your head low, sad, and you are in no rush to get to your next destination, you are sad, you are depressed. As your trudging in your oversized tims, you kick up what looks like an instant lotto ticket that was discarded way too carelessly. You reach down to grab what ' cant be ', and guys... it actually is the big one. 10 million dollar winner. In this scenario there is no catch, you get to keep the money. Now envision yourself. Would you forget the shitty day and feel elation?! Even if briefly, even for a split second, could you see yourself just FEELING pure joy?! If so you are in luck. Why you ask? Because you are conditionable. The joy of large sums of money and feeling that it can erase some problems is completely learned. No 3 year old would become excited over being gifted a big stack. Even if the stack were big enough to buy your castle. Your brain, over the course of years of tailoring input has learned to link emotion to stimulus. Happiness to money. Yeah so? Well, what if you took a handful of mushies? You would ingest chemicals that would bind to receptors in your body, change the chemistry of cells, and change your emotional state. With a lottery ticket, there is no ingested chemical. There is nothing exogenous providing chemical. Its you. You are becoming elated just due to a visual reward triggering a chain of neurons whos last target to zap is a cell that will make you feel awesome. Heres the point. What is to stop one of you writers from attempting to self program the correlation of the feeling of joy with a stimulus that occurs more often than winning 10 million? (How can I correlate the two? It would take me another post to explain). What if you were soo skilled at the self programming that you linked that minute shot of joy to something like just being alive. Can you control your own mind, can you tactically brainwash yourself, through sober meditation and analyzing whatever necessary, to always be ' seeing the 10 million' just in everyday life. Can you steal the emotion like a Crook, and use it to create a Castle? One Love

I bit Deno, as he was my boy and passed away. Also, I am not lying at all. Thats why im overly joyed, i can go more into some cool things going on that has me excited/busting but my goal is not to be arrogant. I felt like via online arrogance would be less of an issue due to the anonymity involved here. im not trying to brag or anything and i think i am being taken the wrong way now. Its not my goal to upset or boast to anybody. I dont want to put energy into deaf ears. Thanks for the time guys One Love Castles

Morning, I just wanted to clarify. I am still in school. At this point I have 0 dollar income. I am still a kid in my mind. I was offered 250k starting as soon as im out (average is ~90k), all my dreams are coming true guys, its right there and rather than salivate over the steak I am about to reach, I am enjoying the fumes for now. No complaints. Im not rating myself from other names or anything like that... not sure the point. Graff attracts such a wide audience, I know someone must feel this way, and It would be awesome If I inspired someone to enjoy their life more fully. Im hoping to find someone with a similar story, just to ping pong off each others steam and push this emotion until it has nothing left. I hope to die of an enlarged heart. One Love Crooks in Castles

Noted. Ill structure better from now on

Definitely didn't proof read sorry guys. Just had to type type type to try and get it across. Also skipped a TON but thats fine for now. Hard to fully put into words concisely, can only really explain it in story form. Like a rapper sometimes I need to share/spit it out, and i need to just let it flow. One Love, Crooks with Castles

Whats up 12oz, just needed to spit from the heart. I'm enjoying my existence so much, I am hoping somebody out here can relate (as I feel this story is very rare) Let me explain... I was born in the 80's, in anywhere/nowhere USA. My family was lower middle class. My house was located in a development of mostly older people, with some sparse woods very close by. My first memories are from elementary school and my home life. Im an only child, my father is very frugal, and very frustrated about balancing/tracking the books. I certainly did without. My father would let his frustration spill over and focus it on myself. I remember nights of tears at my house. Humongous fights (one sided), with faces turning color, wanted to teleport to another location, various props used for emotion and occasional corporal punishment (just to keep the threats valid). My mom was more the nurturer of the family, and a lifeline if you will. At a very young age I was embarrassed of some aspects of my home life, and I subconsciously linked being at home to being in trouble. I was such a wide eyed child, I could play for hours with string. I was very happy, and yet I constantly had a lion in my face. I learned at a young age how to 'store' certain emotions. I would get an earful from my old man and then he would cut me loose to go play. Instead of wasting time crying/venting to my friends, I would act as if it never happened and just enjoy the moments of pleasure being outside. MIND YOU, I found a way to actually put the previous emotion in a deep catacomb of my brain that I could tell was there but could in no way FEEL. I would daily be emotionally attacked at home and then go out into the world. I felt solace in burying the emotion and just enjoying every moment out of the house. Around the time I was in middle school it had gotten worse, my mom had decided to divorce my dad and I had agreed to stay with him. It was another potential avenue for pain, but by this time (and this is key) I learned to be selectively cold toward input. I would block the words, put on a stare and just think about something else and then get away and run around the neighborhood happy as can be. I did enjoy moments with my father, he was bipolar in my opinion, and even though i told myself "ill never forgive him" for certain things, I couldn't waste the times he was okay by still being in a mood. So heres the point. It turned me into a rare form of ninja. First off, I was in intense contact sports for over 12 years straight and have lifted weights before that and continue to train to this day. I had never lost a fight yet, I believe I am a true badass, and I dont take disrespect. Around highschool my boy started to blaze. In time I had tried as well. It was the best thing to happen to me. Instead of ending up average in life it put me in a state, it taught me that its okay to feel well, and its okay to enjoy life every second. I felt like I had a past (fights, running away, several arrests) that had deemed me to mediocrity. I graduated high school with poor grades but due to lack of effort, more was on sports and being cool and balancing home stresses. I remember packing a room in my dads house with everything I was going to take with me to college and crossing off the days on the calendar, this was my escape guys. Now dont get me wrong, I was a happy go lucky kid, because I chose to tune out the old man, so i was having fun but my mindset WAS MORE ABOUT PURE SURVIVAL RATHER THAN FLURISHMENT. I was enjoying bud (nothing more) my boys and a bit of graff (never was a huge writer, and still not, but I know enough about it to empathize with the emotion, the takedown, and the rush of the review). It was time for me to be free and go to college. Heres where I can remember vividly how my life blossomed. I went to college with the highest of hopes, I told myself i had a fresh start, a 4.0 gpa (hadn't had any tests yet), i was free from my dad and was able to just develop. Although foggy about future plans I told myself to push hard as Fuck, and have a ton of fun after. Through a blessing all my life experiences were now in my arsenal. I knew how to act. I mean that literally. I felt like a ninja camellion. My brain works differently. I am never fully in the moment (all an effect of the ptsd if you will), ive learned to be able to be a few moves ahead of the other humans. I can have a conversation and you will think nothing strange is happening, i am smooth and i am good. But whats happening is strange, i talk to someone and pick up on cues quickly, miniseconds. I then seamlessly taylor my next sentence/body language to be what YOU want it to be. I can tell (im about 90percent successful at this, and im doing it all day everyday) who you want me to be, and what would make you laugh or feel good etc, and I then become that. I can walk into the next room and be somebody else. And ready... if those two people are talking to me at the same time, I can be both people without one seeing that im being both they thing they are talking to 'me'. Its fucking sick. And I will now give you the proof... the pros... and the cons. Cons first. I cannot turn it off. Its who I am. I am unsure who I ACTUALLY am, and what i actually feel because im always changing. Pros- my woman is beautiful and in so much love with me. People I meet (successful elders) want to be around me, want to reference me, want to introduce people to me, and want to offer me jobs. I was just offered a job for 250k/year starting. Fucking truth. Mentally, I am still that kid in that small town, just trying to survive, not living my life, running my life. I am not a pussy, and I dont like men who are. I had complaining. stfu. I have you beat with sob stories, and i have you beat on brushing it off. I feel I am a true man, big ass chin, and ill knock ur ass out if you disrespect. Also I feel very intelligent. I think thats what allows me to 'computer hack' other peoples brains when i talk to them and then allow them to see what they want to see. I also know how to cover my tracks and think ahead (graff roots). Im now living such a lucious life. I love each day... I am in a fast paced career, kids go nuts, but i eat it all up. I got through undergrad living on couches, stealing pizza for food just to survive, walking everywhere because it was my only option, and mind you I WAS THE KING of a major university. At every party, and number one in each class. THANK YOU DAD FOR SCREAMING AT ME FOR HOURS ON END. Toughen me the fuck up. As long as I can breath and move, ima move and breath. You would like me. You would hire me. You would have beers with me. On such a natural high boys, just needed to share. Hoping someone out there can resonate with this experience. I feel like on this planet I am a true ninja. Self control, i am not aggressive, i simply defend myself, never a bully. Ability to be invisible. Ability to maneuver a crowd or a key 'guard' in life. Ability to capitalize. Ability to push. Never running out of stamina or heart. Never stopping my training. My life is so enjoyable and so unreal I have started filming a documentary about my experiences and specific stories. I will keep creating tapes and eventually, when the time is right, I plan to upload one or two onto youtube. These videos will have some sort of clues to an area in the US where I will bury a bunch of money, and another video tape. Be the first there and claim the prize, the video will lead to another treasure or something of the like. In other words, im not breaking the law, im not doing anything wrong, im not hurting people. What I am doing is choosing never to be sad while I am alive, never to waste a moment. And to always enter each day of my life with a full smile and a full glass. Its a fucking rush. No penalty for no depression. I will do my best to inspire and inject this mentality into many others. I want this for other people, It will make the world a better place. Give me feedback. Have a fantastic life. Someone out there would rather trade places with you, and if they did, how far would they push your body and mind?? Do the same. One Love Professional Ninja

Moved to philly a year or so ago, just wondering why nobody is flicking Geez. Seems like he is the most active writer in the streets right now. Texas is always rocking large solid fill easy to read pieces which my girl likes a lot, def a talented writer. Just curious what is being used in these last few shots by texas etc, i saw that tag a week or so ago and had no clue what the medium was, its been a while and i was just wondering. Also, anyone know if OUT is the same guy who was in nepa about a decade ago, damn i hope so I did a graff project and used his work to defend the artistic element. I bit the handle deno, i am not he i just also always considered him a king from where i originated.

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