Dec 17, 2010

peace out prov

peace out mudda fucka
u left me feeling sick but we so glad we outta here

Dec 16, 2010

ilu v mars
and ur hair buns
cutie w/o a booty

Dec 8, 2010


oh, i think they like me.

dem franchise boyz say it all 4 me:

Yea these niggaz like haters want to fight me
Yea these niggaz mad cuz I came up over night B
Yea I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly
So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee
Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee
Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to bite me
If you had some figures you will be just like me
Yea these niggaz mad cuz I shining like a light B
Niggaz talking bout yep in there muthafuckin throwback
He ain't real you know dat ? y he sold that
We stepping on these niggaz like a muthafuckin door mat
When I hit the scene they take pictures call me Kodak
These hoes goin crazy like think they need some prozac
We the hottest thing that ya rockin and you no dat
Yo bitch chosed up and she don't want to go back
We stackin big faces cuz we still spending ?
(Chorus 16X)
Ohh I think they like me

since u guyz are lyke mad visual now i thought this would be helpful

Dec 6, 2010

sorry, orange is kinda cute no ?


Nov 21, 2010

bye baby goth

ill miss u
have fun

Nov 8, 2010

Nov 6, 2010

Oct 31, 2010

Oct 30, 2010

Oct 18, 2010

luvs. all round yo


The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction

the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.

Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
a miracle,
in imagination
till born
in human--
looks out of the heart
burning with purity--
for the burden of life
is love,

but we carry the weight
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.

No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love--
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
--cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:

the weight is too heavy

--must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.

The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye--

yes, yes,
that's what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.

Allen Ginsberg 

Sep 27, 2010

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Aug 12, 2010


i don't want to go back

Aug 5, 2010

Aug 1, 2010

good stuff

Jul 22, 2010