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come, lets go. [05 May 2006|11:59pm]
[ mood | Lovely ]

If you've been listening/watching, there are alot of things going on in this world. Whatever you call it, bad or good, the judgement is only a statment about yourself, and says nothing about the situation itself.

What we need is a leader, since most of us our followers, or something else other than leaders. El Hajj Malik, Ghandi, Huey P. Newton to name a few. There is something in these leaders that comes close to Universal Knowledge--a topic only briefly explored. An attribute of purely altruistic behavior and action toward a better cause. Complete self-sacrifice. I wonder who will rise to the challenge only to be killed off in a matter of years.
What do you believe in?
Whatever you choose, choose with Love and utter respect and I hope you will not go wrong.
"Stop Bitchin' and start a revolution."
Pick your battle. International wars, civil wars, gay rights, women rights, Latino rights, Matty rights, Uranium rights, Presidential wrongs...
and go with it.

To bad, all of you who read this are too selfish to do so. But perhaps you will spread the message to a friend, and like dominoes the word will spread and someone at the end of chain effect will begin his/her own.

I hope you realize, that your problems are insubstantial in the scheme of things. In 10 years, you will look back at your live journal writings and reflect on how goofy you were (at least those of you who progress in life). So why fret now? Stop self indulging so much, you are just not that important when over 1 million people between three small countries face pre-famine conditions.
And over llmillion people at high risk of DEATH.

Jesus Christ, and you all think finals are stressful....Pitiful.

Get it together smart students of the up and coming generation--my generation.

Get it the fuck together.

Come to serious realization soon, that most of your issues are not problems at all, get over them.


Spread the word.

One Love everyone.

One Love.


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Pooh? [14 Dec 2005|06:17pm]
[ mood | Pu' ]

So am a failure to the Taoist concept of Pu'.
Not that I am a Taoist. Not that I choose to categorize myself as one.
But the principle itself, as many other Taoist principles, are ideal to the step following perfection.
Yes, I am perfect, Jeanelle says so.
But I see a step after that (still nameless) that I wish to achieve.
Part of achieving such a feat comes from personal enlightenment. It's not a complex thing, but in fact supposed to be to simple to explain in depth, thus defeating the principle.
Thats the thing. I need explanation. If I understood, why would I have to explain?

"I just don't understand"
-Sweet Honey

You remember in my earlier entries when I quoted something like: Explanation ruins the original meaning of point.

Horrible paraphrase, but you get the point.

What happened to that? I suppose that is what I am striving for.

I realized it more than ever before today in a small confrontation.
If the event could have been recorded I am sure it would be humorous.
But it wasn't.

So the hight I wish to acheive soon, seems to be taking longer than I expected.
I thought I could just think about it and understand. Seems reasonable.
But in that reasoning lies the paradox that I think I see and yet still lack understanding to accomplish.

Still the same and just trying to be different doesn't do.
One can try to accomplish something all of their life. But if one doesn't take the proper steps towards their goal they may never achieve it. In fact, it take them in the opposite direction.


But it just occured to me that the world is round.


So here we are at step 1 or 6 or where ever.

I could apologize. But I am not going to. It's not necessary. I don't think I have done anything wrong.

Plus a matter of wrong is a matter of relativity.

What do you think?

Talk to you later.


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[14 Aug 2005|11:13pm]
[ mood | dingliingalingin' ]

I want
I want to
I want to sing.

Enjoin with others and sing.

I want to sing mostly with my Music.

Let us sing.




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Lookinbetterthatever. [20 Jul 2005|12:48pm]
[ mood | enjoinedwithwordst ]


There you have your words. I have updated.
If you all missed me that much;-)
I've missed you all too.

Talk to ya.


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Redemption Song [27 Jun 2005|09:14am]
[ mood | One Love ]

Yo, If they can stop this fruit
They would pop this route
Chop this fruit
Treat us like a prostitute
Knock this youth
See me in my cocky suit
God's recruit
From fallin even God's salute
Tribal truth
Ja people can't be mute
Share my youth to Babylon can't regroup
Sing, to Babylon can't regroup
Sing, to Babylon can't regroup

L Boogie

And cannot leave without leaving Love via words for my Baby.
Yea. I have one of those.

And I the most I.
I Love you.


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[27 Mar 2005|11:41pm]
Still empty entries wrapping up this domain
Making themselves insane by making cover to their name
Creating the problem, one and then the next it's all the same
to Love the paradigm that keeps us in the same pattern
stealing the blame to their manes.

Please, I beg YOU desperately
get away from this iniquity
escape the mistake that causes you to intake the breath of smoke
so freely.
or maybe it's not you
but me.

Good Luck.

I'm out.

I Love you Selah. And I Love your carrier.
I and I as your source of Life.

I Love you.

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Shit is real. [07 Dec 2004|07:46pm]
[ mood | Snoggolpilodified. ]

And brothers and sisters, once we learn to talk the language they understand, they will then get the point.
You can't ever reach a man if you don't speak his language. If a man speaks the language of brute force, you can't come to him with peace, why goodnight, he'll break you in two, as he has been doing all along.
If a man speaks German, you can't speak to him in French, if he speaks Chinese, you can't speak to him in Swahili(*?).
You have to find out: "what does this man speak?" And once you know his language, learn how to speak his language, and he will get the point, there will be a dialouge, some communication and some understanding will be developed.
And you been in this country long enough to know the language the clan speaks, they only know one language.
And what you and I have to start doing in 1965 is...is.. start learning a new language.
Learn the language that they...that they...that they understand.
And then when they come upon out doorstep to talk, we can talk. And he will get the point. There will be a dialogue, there will be some communication, and I am quite sure that there will THEN be some understanding.
Why? Because the clan is a cowardly outfit. They never come, one of them never come after one of you, they all come together. They all come together. Shoot, they are scared of you.
And you standing there while they putting a rope around your neck saying "forgive them lord, they know not what they doin'...as long as they been doing it they're experts at it, they know what they doin'"
--El Hajj Malik El Shabazz

Educate yourselfs folks. Please.

Why does he not have a holiday??

You tell me what you think of the man. And since you are ignorant.. that is Malcolm X.

oh powerful and imposturous White man, tell me why..
oh decieved and lack-achieved Black man, tell me why..

I don't void others. I focus on el mas prominente.
the most dominent.

Tell me what you think.
Comment that is what they are for. I mean damn. You have been quiet long enough. Don't bathe in your ignorance and pretend it's bliss.

"If you feel this is to you, then it probably is"

"If a nigga smack me, ima smack him back, if it lead to guns nigga then that be that."

If you don't, I overstand you.

"Everything is real."

I now go leave you I peace in to.

You and me, here we go. Hold my hand tight meja we are about to jump. I promise. I promise. Please. I promise. I do, I promise.

I Love you.



Risky? ..................................................................(no longer)

But isn't everything we do like "Live" risky? (not now, eventually)

Do not you void what I spoke of at top.

yea ya know.



WARNING: This is the edited version.....know what you will.

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[07 Dec 2004|07:39pm]
[ mood | Cikkiymied ]

I saw the truth come out in you.

Whatever yo. Be I chlllin'.

So little words.


No, my entries are not inane and junkified with satisfactory material to satisfy you all. I just tell you that.

I have a secret that no one but I know. The exception lies in my music.
Once you know my music, once you see my music, once you listen to me you will know why. and you will know my secret.

Estoy termino.

Adios, ahora.


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[08 Nov 2004|07:26am]
[ mood | Shillin' ]

Hold it up.

I wont give up.
I stay and rebel.
I stay to liberate.

Hold it up.


Really I am leaving.
Like a coward.

Best of luck.

But just know that
I will leave
with it up.

Hold it up.

I give up
I leave
I have tried to free you
I try to get you to be you
I will not be stuck.

Hold it up.

Stuck in inevitable
unable to move,
because of your souls' embezzlement.

Hold it up.

Do so
I may come back
But I am gone.

Hold it up.

I am done,
renuncio, estoy empiezo
just know that I will leave you low
I will leave
with it up.



yea. ya know.

Right fists in the air.


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[03 Nov 2004|08:44am]
[ mood | estoy termino ]

Uhh used to be my dog you was in my left titty
Scream RYDE OR DIE I thought you would die wit me
Found out you a bitch you cant even ryde wit me
Now its a war you aint on the side wit me

Aiyyo X fuck them niggaz, them niggaz aint your dogs
Better treat like some cats and shake they ass to the floor
Been seen the foul shit put the guns in him
Lil wanna be you so why you run wit him
Cant trust niggaz no further than you can throw em
You dont wanna murder the niggaz, then you blow em
Your using your style, that make em yo child
Then he shouldnt make a move till he hear it from yo mouth
We dont allow snakes runnin wit dogs
Tell them aint nothing like a funeral its gonna be yours
Double R, and I aint here to start trouble god
But if they wasnt your niggaz I would have been hit em hard
Niggaz look like they phony, sound like they phony
Run around actin like motherfuckers homies
We all make mistakes, thats part of the breaks
But you can still call the apes we bringin the duct tape
And the broomstick them bitch-ass niggaz is gettin raped
Know how we ryde, whoever on they side they die
And we aint tryin to be blind,fuck eye for eye
Cuz we only takin yours, you know the dogs


Yea ya know.

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deadly paradise.. [26 Oct 2004|06:08am]

Now I will be dead.
I lied

I am dead from your words.
Your thoughts.

My words. Me. My soul
is much weaker.

Dont get me wrong.
I will still kill you.

But now I am only attacking.
Choose your right defense and you will get me.

Take me.
Steal me.
And spit me out, like a snake eating its prey.

Nobody but you.

Do it.
Do it!!!

Do it you...you..


But I will rebuild.
I cant believe myself.

What I did.

I was possesed.

I am sorry.

Now, what is lost
cannot be be found.

maybe I should go to the asylum..


Words don't do justice.


But it was so good.

The possesion was not something I had control.

When I...I ...
I of all people lose control...

It is a bad. Very bad.

Or is so good
so irrevocably good.


Everything is lost though.

I say it again because I lose.

I got killed.

and now I am dead.


Too cold to cry.

Too mother fuckin cold.


This is it.

This is what I never felt.

Losing control.


Willing to do anything for you.


I almost failed to metion what I am now powered by completly.
You took it
But you gave it back in a new form
energy can do that you know.

I am weak
and the most powerful.

I can Love.
I can Love.

I can Love.


This is not pain.
I am dead.
Dead in paradise.
You killed me a took me to a place far from here.
Where if I never speak to you again here
I am assured you will be there.


You are now

my deepest. Darkest.






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[24 Oct 2004|01:42pm]
[ mood | deadly alive ]


You can't tell the woman from the man...
They are dressed in the same polution.
Their mind is condused with confusion.
The problems...Seems there's no solution.

Midnight Ravers. Thanks BOB.


My words. They kill.
My words kill, are omnipresent, omnitpotent
malagnant, malicious.
They kill.
Steady killing to a point where
Is only commonplace. Continuous.
Manipulate, Make love, cause pain,
My words kill.

My toungue
Black as a gun.
Killing motherfuckas in the head.

My toungue
Imitation, generic
When the sign of the devil protrudes
violates you
opens you up
making you naked

My toungue kills.
My words kill.
They are the most powerful being.
Most powerful spirit.
Only them can create the worst torture.

With time.
With time
I can do anything.
Making you Love with words
only words
Making you vulnurable
only words
Making you die
only words
Killing you
With my words.


Will you?


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Thanks Ju [27 Sep 2004|07:50pm]
[ mood | N/R ]

read this its interesting, very interesting, makes me want to be an even smarter genius (ju)


Please Note:

For those of you who heard it, this is the article Dee Lee was reading
this morning on a New York radio station. For those of you who didn't
hear it, this is very deep. This is a heavy piece and a Caucasian wrote


We can continue to reap profits from the Blacks without the effort of
physical slavery. Look at the current methods of containment that they
use on themselves: IGNORANCE, GREED, and SELFISHNESS. Their IGNORANCE is
the primary weapon of containment.

A great man once said, "The best way to hide something from Black people
is! to put it in a book." We now live in the Information Age. They have
gained the opportunity to read any book on any subject through the
efforts of their fight for freedom, yet they refuse to read.

There are numerous books readily available at Borders, Barnes & Noble,
and Amazon.com, not to mention their own Black Bookstores that provide
solid blueprints to reach economic equality (which should have been
their fight all along), but few read consistently, if at all.

GREED is another powerful weapon of containment. Blacks, since the
abolition of slavery, have had large amounts of money at their disposal.
Last year they spent 10 billion dollars during Christmas, out of their
450 billion dollars in total yearly income (2.22%). Any of us can use
them as our target market, for any business venture we care to dream up,
no matter how outlandish, they will buy into it.

Being primarily a consumer people, they function totally by greed. They
continually want more, with! little thought for saving or investing.
They would rather buy some new sneaker than invest in starting a
business. Some even neglect their children to have the latest Tommy or
FUBU, And they still think that having a Mercedes, and a big house gives
them "Status" or that they have achieved the American Dream. They are

The vast majority of their people are still in poverty because their
greed holds them back from collectively making better communities. With
the help of BET, and the rest of their black media that often broadcasts
destructive images into their own homes, we will continue to see huge
profits like those of Tommy and Nike. (Tommy Hilfiger has even jeered
them, saying he doesn't want their money, and look at how the fools
spend more with him than ever before!). They'll continue to show off to
each other while we build solid communities with the profits from our
businesses that we market to them.

SELFISHNESS, ingrained in their minds through slavery, i! s one of the
major ways we can continue to contain them. One of their own, Dubois
said that there was an innate division in their culture. A "Talented
Tenth" he called it. He was correct in his deduction that there are
segments of their culture that has achieved some "form" of success.
However, that segment missed the fullness of his work. They didn't read
that the "Talented Tenth" was then responsible to aid The Non-Talented
Ninety Percent in achieving a better life. Instead, that segment has
created another class, a Buppie class that looks down on their people or
aids them in a condescending manner.

They will never achieve what we have. Their selfishness does not allow
them to be able to work together on any project or endeavor of
substance. When they do get together, their selfishness lets their egos
get in the way of their goal. Their so-called help organizations seem to
only want to promote their name without making any real change in their
community. They are conten! t to sit in conferences and conventions in
our hotels, and talk about what they will do, while they award plaques
to the best speakers, not the best doers.

Is there no end to their selfishness? They steadfastly refuse to see
that TOGETHER EACH ACHIEVES MORE (TEAM) They do not understand that they
are no better than each other of what they own as a matter of fact, most
of those Buppies are but one or two paychecks away from poverty. All of
which is under the control of our pens in our offices and our rooms.
Yes, we will continue to contain them as long as they refuse to read,
continue to buy anything they want, and keep thinking they are "helping"
their communities by paying dues to organizations which do little other
than hold lavish conventions in our hotels.

By the way, don't worry about any of them reading this letter, remember,


(me) Wow.
But is it true? True to some extent?

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¿Es Terminar? [23 Sep 2004|11:13am]
[ mood | Takafied ]

It is as I have lost something.

¿Tu pensas?


Cual es...♥¿


Lost vigor. Lost extremities.

I should drop out and really live. Live all the time. On the edge. Live happy.

Why not¿  Is it fear¿

Am I a slave to the system¿...

I could learn so much more. Do so much more. Experiement with so much more. Systematic education just slows the process down...

Suprise, Suprise...

Continuing College life. Somewhere prestigious. Sounds nice yea..but why? We are so trained. We are such slaves.

Captured by the thought that says, "I have come so far (in the system),
why not keep going, perhaps overcome it some other time?"


You should all come to Ann Arbor to the tribute to Pablo Naruda este Sabado. At the Ark, at 8:00pm.

He died years ago from giving up. Giving up on love. He was in good
physical health, yet bore the pain. He suffered from Love, the lack of

Me and my bachelor atitude...

Pablo influenced me and my writing and I can relate. Lets hope I will
not die of the same means. Hopefully my relation to him stops, before
it is too late.

This is one thing however, that is out of my control.

So lets see what you can conjure up.


Well I know someone whom is coming along on the ladder with myself. Two
or three of you. The rest of you wont have to confront the warfare for
freedom. The rest of you seem hopeless. But I suppose I will keep
trying. Afterall I am famous....



Your negligence blinds me.  How is that for active voice?

Hasta pronto. quizás.


Here's me' abyss literally:     


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[07 Sep 2004|08:56pm]
[ mood | Freshness ]

Brian Griffin
You are BRIAN GRIFFIN! Sure you may be a dog, but
you're one of the smartest beings around:
cultured, sophisticated, and with a refined
taste for martinis. You try to give advice to
the people you know since they often need it,
and no matter how sarcastic you may be, you
deep down care for the poor souls. What would
they do without you?

Which Family Guy character are you? (12 outcomes)
brought to you by Quizilla

(thanks lib)

Nice and Schweet and Fresh...

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Deadened Speech [29 Aug 2004|01:44pm]
[ mood | Frozen ]

I wanna say how much life really fucking sucks.
I wanna say why shit has to happen to me, or not so much me, but people close to me, which in a way can be worse because
I wanna say how I want to intercept their pain, let me have all of your pain. Please. Everylast bit.
I wanna say that I will stay with you, not only in your heart but always physically present.
I wanna say that I want to heal you with my powers, make you all better; use my Magic.
I wanna say that I am going to go shed a tear or two, yet I am now so cold within.
I wanna say that if I lost you I would kill myself with a nine or the Katana downstairs-- I would recieve the same affect in the long run.

But I dare speak silent.

I will stick with my eloquent frame of language.
I will stick with my semantics and my pedantics.
I will stick with my scholastics
I will stick with my striving for perfection, striving for the Goal.

I will stick it to you or me in the end.

I wanna say me.

But I dare speak silent.

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Hopeful for Inspiration of Discourse [22 Jul 2004|03:05pm]
[ mood | High ]

I tried to update as promised...had quite the story, quite the proposition, quite the attitude. I had quite the post that could've made or broken a relationship or two--most likely the latter.

I was close to finish when the blue screen of death appeared. My computer froze. This instance is rare. It leaves me to be thankful, the rest of the events that happend in the day of my lost post would've changed my view and definatley my increasingly cynical post. Something else.. huh.
You get a new appreciation of the fengshui.

So I learned something in the most important of those events. Something that will get me closer to my goal. In an instant (can't quite pinpoint it) I fully undertook and understanded what I preach and yearn for everyday. I am no Buddist that I know of. Nevertheless, I was closer to zen/tao. Both of which are very real. Interpretations and claims of the word may be different but it still exists throughout.

Of course..It had to deal with being patient. Which some claim is a virtue, yet they know nothing of virtue or the celestial hierarchy. This is ok though, just something to point out.

I was very humblized when it happend.  A new realistic ego.

Hey...thanks...It was an open door.


I now know my loyal folks, and my folks whom attempt to get there.  All in a week.

I also know my hopelessly weak. This week some of you weak ones moved up a bit.

You are on the ladder.



It will make ALL of life much better. I promise. Deal with shit. Deal with the tough with vigor. When done, you can encounter the rest with ease and at rest--in slumber.  Honestly. No one I KNOW has it that bad. As lib so eloquently may claim, the hardest problem to deal with is yourself. She knows and adjusts accordingly as we all should. Growth, it never should stop. Lets get moving.

And please...Don't be in denial. If you are not relaxed and are uptight or don't know. Really look at yourself first and then ADJUST ACCORDINGLY. It is all a part of life, and if I may allude, a part of what a wonderful world.

Yes...I am perfectly happy with myself and my life, I promise.. So it is possible. Why not be there? At peace with oneself. Contain and minimize all of the internal strife.

Don't get stressed for convential reasons..What the hell is that? A shit excuse for most anything.  


I am off to participate in a tedious hobby. And enjoy every bit of it.

Don't take anything for granted.


Ya' know.

She's my old love.



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Simple Conclusion-- Rat Race. [28 Jun 2004|06:24pm]
[ mood | Ambivalent ]

I refuse, and have always refused to follow something, anything, that is imposed on me, or was imposed on my ancestors, simply because I am "supposed" to do it--simply because society accepts it. The reason they accept it remains because they, at one time, were forced to.  If I were to change my view, I feel now that it would be a level of ignorance on my part. It would be an act of conformance, something I am not too fond of. 
Now, if I am blind of something I am forced to adjust accordingly. But as of now, I stick with my clause.

Yes. I am refering to many instances and circumstances that our hearts remain so close to.  Our minds remain close  too..But aren't our minds the tools of logical reasoning we use;they are tools we could and should use rather?  If so, why do we run from it? Why do we run from confrontation and questioning? Why do we follow what our parents say so loyally?? I suppose pleasing them would be nice. But shouldn't the act of pleasing yourself and your curiosity come first? What makes us think that just because our parents say it, it is correct--the right way to go? Why not be one to question thy parents? And when I say parents I refer also to parental guidance recieved from anyone--friends, other family members, teachers...

I suppose this is hopeless considering I am not, or could not, or will not do anything but speak and write of the subject. But maybe not.
I can only be concerned with the views of people I am or will be very close too. And you know who you are.. Others that may have once been close I am distancing myself from. Some others, not all of course.

I ask the above and I ask this--which I am afraid is the point I may be misguided in my supposition: Would you rather be ignorant, rather be commonly bliss than to go through much trouble and confrontation and individualizing and sacrifice and then much openess and intelligence and reality, rather, true bliss??

You tell me. I would like to think it is the the latter of preference. But I believe I am sadly mistaken.


No matter how much I mention that people don't listen they continue not to.  I would rather this change, especially with people I care for, but I make the best of it and use it to my advantage. And although I am saying this, it will not change, and so I will continue to use it to my advantage.
When I say suckers...When JuJu and I say suckers...These instances are the ones we are refering to. It is no secret. I am speaking straight and it still wont change. You will still be suckers.
So many things are right in your face, SCREAMING, "Look at me dumbass," and of course you don't look because you would rather be negligent and ignorant.

This is part of the Rat Race. All of it. It is sad to see the human race evovled into a rat race.

Lets be human. Some of us at least.

"Uh! Ya too rude!                                                                          
Uh! Eh! What a rat race!
Oh, what a rat race!
Oh, what a rat race!
Oh, what a rat race!
This is the rat race! Rat race! (Rat race!)
Some a lawful, some a bastard, some a jacket:
Oh, what a rat race, yeah! Rat race!
Some a gorgon-a, some a hooligan-a, some a guine-gog-a
In this 'ere rat race, yeah!
Rat race!
I'm singin' that
When the cat's away,
The mice will play.
Political voilence fill ya city, ye-ah!
Don't involve Rasta in your say say;
Rasta don't work for no C.I.A.
Rat race, rat race, rat race! Rat race, I'm sayin':
When you think is peace and safety:
A sudden destruction.
Collective security for surety, ye-ah!
Don't forget your history;
Know your destiny:
In the abundance of water,
The fool is thirsty.
Rat race, rat race, rat race!
Rat race!
Oh, it's a disgrace
To see the human-race
In a rat race, rat race!
You got the horse race;
You got the dog race;
You got the human-race;
But this is a rat race, rat race!"
--Bob Marley

Cute little thing isn't it??......

ehh...And they are all over the place...I guess I could see why you would want to be one... Don't agree with it...but overstand.

If you think this is to you, then it probably is....And if it is, then please, read this over. Well shit.
You gave me a headache.



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I am not super man...I would crush him. [21 Jun 2004|09:22pm]
I am hardly brilliant.
Hardly a pro digy.
more of a pro geny.

Thought I would let you all know. I know you all thought the facts were on the contrary!

Enlighten me People. Since I am so misguided, go right ahead. Tell me wasup.

I'll stop with my vicious belabor and not-really intricuit thoughts. (maybe...hmm.)

I am done.

That is all.



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Metaphorically Speaking.... [12 Jun 2004|01:58am]
[ mood | Bibbity Bobbity BOop.. ]

She is the oil to my piston.
The float to my boat.
The weight to my lifting.
The hand to my keyboard.
The cup to my milkshake.
The mouth to my kiss.
The contents to my book.
The lace to my shoes.
The cock to my crow.
The seaweed to my ocean.
The dog to my "woof".
The litter to my cat.
The luke to my vador.
The American to my ideal.
The Edgar Allen to my Poe.
The Bitch to my slap.
The powder to my baby.
The instument to my music.
The ussy to my p.
The enus to my v.
The UFO to my abducton.
The cookie to my chocolate chip.
The detergent to my laundry.
The mouse to my trap.
The inane to my glass.
The cow to my moo.
The pizza to my pepperoni.
The condom to my ejaculation.
The catcher to my rye.
The judge to my jury.
The head to my shaft.
The base to my ball.
The ball to my basket.
The stupid to my Canada.
The copy to my cat.
The eater to my cheat.
The nip to pull
The Mac to my donald.
The bell to my taco.
The ice to my cream.
The light to my bud.
The night to my light.
The star to my shooting.
The gun to my gangster.
The pimp to my hoe.

She's my baby's mamma.
And I love her so.

--R.I.P: T and M


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