What's on your mind?

to all the rhyme-tymers that participated in the latest round of rhyme-time: thank you. i know there were many that wanted to drop a rhyme on errybody, but for reasons unknown, did not. i don't think your cowards. some, yes. most, no. our apartments been petsitting sea monkeys this summer. they have remained nameless. my brother's family has given us the opportunity to petsit their fish, PoPo. he lives in a cup. animal cruelty? i don't know. i just don't. we've decided to start training the sea monkeys to fight. maybe do a little gambling. maybe have friday night fights. unlike mr. vick, the cops aren't going to catch me riding dirty. most definitely not. the other day i was walking home from campus and i saw this young man walking around in some velcro sandals. they were bigger than his feet. they went a good inch past his longest toe. i wore a pair like these when i was younger. i was clumsy in them. i remember walking down some steps of concrete and the front of them got caught, so they folded in the front. i remember scraping all of my toes and almost falling to my death. the fear sweat was present. this was before the gangster rap days, so i probably didn't swear in my head. i almost died. cheating death. that's what i'm into. too large velcro sandals. death traps. sea monkeys. let's fight. maybe we'll drop some in PoPo's cup. see what damage they can do. not much i bet. let 'em live. riding through the desert on a [sea monkey] with no name. congrats to DUSTIN "DIRTY DIRTY" "OL' DIRT" SKINNER and MARIEL on becoming engaged.